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.

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. “I already told

him with a mocking grin. “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, so John could determine that he wasn’t

uphold. Besides, I never expected you to be able to do me

for picking fights, as well as having been detained. Without

John questioned pointedly, “Why should I release you? If it wasn’t for me, you 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 the man’s injured arm, which

John began interrogating him once again. “I need to know why you

up after some time, and with his hands in his pockets, he