Wen Kexing turns bright eyes to Livius who seems deep in thought, frowning a little at the surrounding carnage. He strokes his chin as if deep in thought like he's some grand master and not a two-bit common criminal running a useless little gang out of a shitty tavern, humming and hawing.
"Oh, come on. How many of your men do you need him to brutalise before you see he's a good asset?"
It's really a good thing the man they're pushing is very stupid, he doesn't see that this is quite clearly a set up. And so he nods, once, and Wen Kexing smiles like a shark scenting blood, whipping a handkerchief from his pocket to pass it impassively to Jacob while someone crams a beer in the man's other hand.
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Wen Kexing turns bright eyes to Livius who seems deep in thought, frowning a little at the surrounding carnage. He strokes his chin as if deep in thought like he's some grand master and not a two-bit common criminal running a useless little gang out of a shitty tavern, humming and hawing.
"Oh, come on. How many of your men do you need him to brutalise before you see he's a good asset?"
It's really a good thing the man they're pushing is very stupid, he doesn't see that this is quite clearly a set up. And so he nods, once, and Wen Kexing smiles like a shark scenting blood, whipping a handkerchief from his pocket to pass it impassively to Jacob while someone crams a beer in the man's other hand.