Tiger Scar
"Nothing Evie, I'm just in your Dragon Gambling Den right now," Zen said in the communication device.
"Oh, what about it?" Madam Evie's voice resounded.
"Did you lose all your money and came to ask me to hold your tab?" She teased.
As the conversation continued on for Zen and Madam Evie, the security guard was already trembling in fear.
If it wasn't for the fact that Zen hadn't mentioned the conflict in here, he would have pissed his pants already from fear.
'Fuck, that fucking Tiger Scar really ruined me this time.' The security guard cursed inwardly as he held a ferocious expression at Tiger Scar.
Tiger Scar felt a strong killing intent directed at him as he turned around and looked for the source.
Tiger Scar's face turned ashen white when he saw the fiery eyes of the security guard.
He began sweating profusely as he knew he was now on the verge of death for provoking someone that cannot be touched.