"Change the place?" Lauren moved the cigar in his hand aside. A flash of sternness crossed his eyes, and he stared intently at Orson for a few seconds.

"I hope you're not planning any tricks!"

"Tricks?" Orson's lazy voice carried a hint of incredulity.

"What kind of tricks could I possibly play? Your guns are already pointed at my head. I don't want to lose my life."

Hearing Orson's words, a look of smugness flashed in Lauren's eyes. He waddled his obese body around, feeling extremely pleased.

Orson spread his hands, looking a bit regretful.

"You've got to find a place where I can sit down and carefully look over the agreement... What if you guys go back on your word?"

"Enough."

Lauren interrupted his muttering.

He pointed to a corner on the second floor of the warehouse and said to a few of his lackeys in Malay, "Keep a close eye on him. Don't let him escape."

The lackeys all nodded and walked over to Orson with their guns. Bin also stepped forward, eyeing Orson warily.

Malon held his gun and gave Orson a hard shove. "Orson, hurry up."

Orson stumbled forward several steps and fell sprawling on the ground.

His hand touched a rusty blade.

Although it was less than three centimeters long, he quickly pocketed it under the guise of his clumsy fall.

A fierce, cold glint flashed in his eyes and then disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Orson lying on the ground in such a disheveled state, Malon frowned. In his impression, Orson was extremely clean - freakish, bordering on obsessive - compulsive. Now, seeing him lying on this dirty floor, his behavior seemed rather abnormal.

Malon sneered and slightly moved his index finger.

"Bang..." A gunshot startled the birds outside the window into flight.

Lauren took a deep drag on his cigar, looking displeased.

"Malon, what the hell are you doing?"

Malon twirled his gun casually and said nonchalantly, "I was worried he was up to something, so I fired a warning shot."

"Shit..." A hissing sound came from Orson, who was lying on the ground.

He couldn't help but twitch.

"Damn it, Malon! What are you doing?" He struggled to cover his calf, where a glaring bullet hole was gushing blood.

"Ah, it hurts so much... You pushed me down, and now you're shooting me!"

"Shit..."

Looking at Orson, who no longer had the imposing image of the East - side Mafia boss,

Malon frowned. He stared at Orson's face for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he was faking.

After listening to Orson's shouting for a few minutes, Lauren couldn't take it anymore.

"Take him to sign the contract, now!"

"Malon, don't forget our primary mission. If we don't complete it, neither you nor I will get a single cent of the commission."

Malon averted his gaze.

"Got it." He stepped forward, grabbed Orson's arm, and exchanged a look with Bin.

The two of them hauled Orson up.

"Ah..."

"Ease up..."

"Damn it, Malon, you're squeezing my arm!"

"Ah, you're walking too fast. My leg hurts so much..."

Amidst the dragging sounds, Orson's shouts gradually faded away.

Lauren relaxed and his mood turned jovial again.

The woman who had left earlier swayed back in, her hips swinging.

She walked up to Lauren, nestled into his arms, and her white fingers slowly crawled up his chest, drawing circles.

"Lauren, how much money will you make from this deal?"

Her voice was coquettish, and her eyes, with orange - colored eyeshadow, looked alluring and bewitching.

Feeling the commotion on his chest, Lauren grabbed the woman's delicate hand.

"Baby, after this deal, I'll not only earn billions of dollars, but the guy from the West Side has promised to make me the head of the Middle - East arms depot."

"Haha, baby, I'll be able to give you anything you want from now on..."

Lauren laughed brazenly, as if he could already see a future of squandering money.

However, there was still a lingering sense of gloom in his heart.

Whether it was because of Orson's past ruthless methods or the fact that he was the heir apparent of the East - side Mafia in the US, the hidden unease in his heart was gradually overshadowed by the woman's flirtatiousness.

He grabbed the woman's leg that was rubbing against his crotch, and his greasy palm slowly slid up her thigh, caressing it.

He clenched the half - burned cigar between his yellow teeth, freed his right hand, and reached for the woman's plump breasts.

Just as he was about to go further, a "bang" sounded in the distance. The newly - ignited passion was instantly dispelled.

He pushed the woman clinging to him aside and rushed towards the nearby lounge.

"What's going on?"

Lauren muttered to himself, and a sense of foreboding grew stronger.

He rushed into the nearby room and saw his men whispering nervously.

"What are you all doing?"

Lauren's appearance made everyone shut up obediently.

Lauren followed their gazes and saw Bin lying in a pool of blood. Bin's tall and thin body had lost its former vitality.

Up close, a blood - red line was slashed across his neck.

Not far away on the ground, there was a rusty blade with a little bit of undried blood on it.

A single cut to the throat!

Having been in the game for a long time,

Lauren quickly determined the cause of Bin's death.

"Bin..."

He let out a heart - rending shout. Bin was one of his most capable and loyal subordinates, having followed him for over a decade.

He never expected Bin to die here.

Malon got up from not far away.

His concerns had been right.

A man who was in line to inherit the Mafia couldn't be a pushover.

Orson had been feigning weakness before, like a dormant viper, ready to strike at any moment.

"Fuck, I should have put a couple more bullets in him."

Earlier, Orson had been pretending to look at the contract when he suddenly launched an attack.

He threw the blade and killed Bin, who was closest to him.

Then he snatched Bin's gun and pulled the trigger on Malon.

If it weren't for Malon's innate sensitivity to danger, he would have been dead in an instant at such a fast speed. Without thinking,

Malon rolled like a clumsy donkey and quickly took cover behind the nearest sofa in a few breaths.

When the other lackeys saw the situation, they raised their guns to shoot, only to find that Orson had already jumped out of the window and escaped.

"Fuck!"

Lauren stomped his feet in anger.

"Go after him, now!" His eyes blazed with mrderous, and he issued the order to his men.

Looking at Malon, he said coldly, "If Orson doesn't die here, we're all in deep shit!"

Malon looked gloomy and replied with a cold face, "I don't need you to remind me. I know exactly what's at stake."

With that, he got into a jeep with the others. He knew all too well the dire consequences of being a traitor.

The jeep roared and charged towards the forest not far from the abandoned factory.

Everyone was fully armed, quickly putting on bullet - proof vests and carrying sub - machine guns, ready to fire at any moment.

Malon held a pair of binoculars, constantly scanning the area, and tightly gripped the gun in his right hand.

"Orson, you're not getting away today!"