James sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air.

Opposite him, the black-vested, middle-aged man who had been fiddling with walnuts wore a dark expression. “I’ll say this once more. If you want your information, make the transfer now.”

James lightly waved. “Nah, it’s alright. I’m not buying it. It’s not worth it.”

He stood up.

Henry and Black Rose followed suit.

The man in the black vest snorted. “What do you take this place for? Do