"So, the ledger is really gone?" the man with the tattooed face asked, his voice low and sharp.
He sat with authority, legs spread and back against the plush leather of the worn-out sofa. Even in a tailored black suit, he looked more like a warlord than a businessman.
Thick muscles strained beneath his shirt, and the tattoo crawling up the side of his neck gave him the air of someone who'd buried bodies in silence.
Boss Chi.
Across from him, Sun Laoqi stood stiff, beads of sweat trickling down his temple. He didn't dare meet the man's eyes.
"Everything's been checked, Boss Chi. We went through every safe, every office, even that room… Nothing. The ledger's not there."
Boss Chi leaned back slowly, his arms crossing over his broad chest. His two bodyguards flanked him like silent statues—one calmly adjusting his sunglasses, the other staring forward without blinking.
The air was heavy, as if the room itself knew someone was about to get hurt.
