Who Are You Working For

Mateo used two of Qabil's own fingers to nail Qabil's palm to the wooden table. Qabil's face was ferocious, and he let out a shrill scream. Qabil had never encountered such a thing! In Western City, Qabil had never participated in a real fight. When he was about to win, he would command his group to crush others. When he was about to lose, someone would notify him to retreat early. "Tell me." Mateo sat there steadily, looking at Qabil, who was nailed across the table. "Who arranged for you to...