So you work for Wu?

The thugs seemed to circle around Zane like a bunch of vultures, observing his every movement carefully, their cold smiles growing wider as they slowly closed in.

“You want to tell us what you are doing in our territory?” One of them growled, lifting up a pistol and pointing it straight at him.

Zane looked down at the barrel of the gun, and then at the gangsters surrounding him with this dullness in his eyes as he calmly asked, “Where is Vel?”

Hearing that boss’ name took them off guard for a second, and they paused momentarily as they glanced at each other, then laughed out loud and jeered, “What?”

“Vel is your boss, and I have a job for him.” Zane explained, watching the gangsters' faces contort in confusion. He could practically see how hard the realization hit them when he added, “So am I going to be allowed to see him or not?”

Another silent moment passed before one of them lowered the gun as they exchanged glances, and then one of them eyed Zane hard and spoke, “There’s mon