"As for Harrison—that's just a coincidence."
His lips twisted into a smirk.
"The one who really wants to deal with him... isn't me."
"Boss Nolan," the young man with the broken eyebrow nodded, though the confusion in his eyes remained.
"There's one thing I still don't understand," he said, lowering his voice.
"The Thomas family may have started in the underworld, and they've grown fast over the years, but they're still nowhere near Harrison family's level.
How could they dare to move against them so openly?"
Or more accurately—how could they have the nerve?
"Mr. Thomas is an old fox. Mr. Thomas's always played it safe and steady," Nolan held a lit cigar between his slender, well-defined fingers, the smoke curling lazily in the air.
"If he dares to pull this off, it means he's suddenly got someone powerful backing him."
As for who this unexpected benefactor might be, he already had an inkling.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
