The Returning Ex

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, the person on the lookout stopped him, but stepped out of the way upon realizing it was John. He parked his car in the yard, where a few of his underlings approached him. Humming, John asked, “Did he confess?”

One of the men gave him a nod. “He did, but what he told us wasn’t of importance.”

Regardless, John headed into the warehouse. Although huge, the warehouse was left unused for a long time, so it was filled with dust and a moldy smell.

There was a piece of board on the ground in the warehouse, on which lay a man. His jacket was removed, which revealed both the T-shirt he wore underneath as well as his tattooed arms. At this time, his left elbow was bandaged up.

squinted at John, as he was never asleep to begin with. Resigned to accepting his circumstances, he kept a straight face upon seeing John, but his complexion was pale when he spoke.

“Weren’t you quite persistent in the beginning?” Because of how close they were, John could take in all of the minute changes in the man’s expression,

since I am part of a gang, and I do have a reputation to uphold. Besides, I never expected you to be able to do me any harm. I’m telling you the truth; I don’t know much, and now that I’ve told you everything I know, please release me. I think

well as having been detained. Without solid contribution to the

would’ve created a major ruckus, so don’t expect me to release you without first providing us with something more useful.” Having said that, John pressed his hand on

tone, John began interrogating him once again. “I need to know

with his hands in his pockets, he glanced down at the man lying on the board. “Well, I suppose you should enjoy life out here for