The underworld underlings held their own nasty reputation that would force down chills down everybody's throats. But only before Yang Mingshen would their frightening aura turn into puppy mode, especially now when Mingshen was in a bad mood. The kind where his fingers twitched with the thirst to use his scalpel. The kind where his eyes looked darker than the abyss itself, yet the calm within them signaled a storm that would wreck havoc.
"Boss…" They gulped, trying to stand straight.
Only his black orbs darted towards them, the icier threat growing severe. "What is the meaning of as soon as possible?"
"T-To be the earliest!"
"So have you wasted nine whole minutes to give me that man man's biography?"
The timer was still clicking. Every second was precious. And every second took them closer to death.
"Sorry Boss!" They cried and lowered their heads.
Despite it being a little unreasonable request to unearth every single detail in a matter of minutes, nobody dared to complain.
