Uncle Scar heard the shouting outside the door and his body tensed instinctively.
He shot a quick glance at the boy sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes holding a questioning look.
The boy met his gaze and gave a slight nod, his face still devoid of expression.
But that simple nod seemed to fill Uncle Scar with confidence.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, and hurried to the iron door, calling out in a loud voice,
"Coming, coming! Viper Boss, what brings you here in person!"
as he forcefully twisted the deadbolt.
The moment the door cracked open, a stench of cheap tobacco and sweat wafted in.
Immediately after, a burly, bald man who nearly blocked the entire doorway squeezed in sideways.
He wore a tight leather vest, revealing muscular, knotted arms covered in old scars. His eyes, like those of a true viper, darted around the dim room.
