Chapter 631

“That bastard Nakamura Kenta… a viper raised by the Tyger Claws.”

Oliver stepped out of Clouds, the leftover neon slicing his face into cold, jagged shards of color. He glanced back at the gaudy pleasure palace wrapped in holo projection, Adam’s apple bobbing as he forced down a mouthful of spit. Kenta’s narrow, slit-like eyes and that calculating crooked grin—he was every inch a hyena just waiting to lick Arasaka’s boots.

“If I ever get the chance, I’m putting a few extra ventilation holes in his forehead.” His knuckles popped like gunfire, as if he was already squeezing the trigger.