Helping the drunk and getting the shock of his life

Meanwhile...

The booming noise of the nightclub didn't faze Tiger, who sat quietly at the bar counter. The flashing lights landed on the side of his face, revealing his concentration on the glass he was swirling in his hand. Everyone in the club was having a good time, dancing until sweat covered their skin, yet the buoyant atmosphere couldn't penetrate the solemnness around him.

"That fucking retard…" he hissed and scoffed. "He's lucky I missed him."

For Hera, Tiger had purposefully missed Dragon that night during the memorable Lyon Group Anniversary. But to be honest, Tiger didn't purposely miss that man. He wanted to kill him for everything the man had done. He wanted to settle scores with him once and for all. But alas, he missed.