Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Hugo's man waved the knife in front of Richard, making him feel dizzy. Despite being pinned down, Richard tried to keep his composure and strategize.

"I said not to kill him. Follow orders, and you'll get your payment."

The man grinned upon hearing this. "Sure thing. Where do you want us to take this guy?"

Hugo glanced around. "Corner of the abandoned warehouse on the west."

"Got it."

Then the man kicked Richard. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he sneered, "Why aren't you running? You were lively earlier. Now you've got me running, gasping for breath."

"Don't touch me." Richard glared at the man, seething.

"Oh, now you're acting tough, thinking you're still the high and mighty president, huh? If Mister Hugo hadn't asked me to spare you, I'd have killed you already."

"You b*stard."

"Who the hell are you cursing?" The man flicked his cigarette and kicked Richard again, scraping a knife on his face. "Mister Hugo said not to kill you, but I can have some fun. You better behave, or I'll mess up your handsome face. We'll see how you can charm the ladies then."

Richard lifted his head, showing no fear. "What's your name?" This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

One of the men laughed. "Look at him, Dick, calm as a cucumber. Do you think you deserve to know our boss's name?"

Dick squatted in front of him, showing his yellow teeth, the smell of smoke wafting. "I'll f*cking tell you then. I'm Dickson Reed. Remember your daddy's name."

Richard sneered, "Got it."

Dickson ignored him, gesturing to his men to take Richard away in the rain.

When they met, Pearl noticed Richard's stained shirt, eyes flashing with anger. She wouldn't let them off easily.

"Here's the man you asked for, Mister Hugo." With a nod to one of his men, Dickson forcefully pushed Richard to his knees.

"Here's your money…"

Dickson chuckled, his eyes greedily fixed on the cash.

"Do you think I'd shortchange you? I've transferred the money to your account. Check it when you get back."

"Thanks a lot, Mister Hugo. If you need anything else in the future, just let me know."

"Alright, that's enough. You can go now." Hugo waved him off, tired of the formalities.

Dickson got the message and didn't say anything else. He nodded and bowed before walking away, leaving Richard tied up. With the heavy rain, there was no need to clean up any traces.

Hugo squatted by Richard and patted his face. "Richard, did you ever think you'd end up like this in my hands?"