Chapter 82 OUTLET

The room was dimly lit, with the only illumination source coming from a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air was tense as the triad boss sat at the head of a long mahogany table, his gaze fixed on the man standing before him. The financial advisor, a middle-aged man with sweat beading on his brow, shifted nervously from foot to foot as he awaited his fate. He knew that he was in deep trouble and that there was no escaping the wrath of the triad boss once he had set his sights on him. "Where is the money?" the triad boss demanded, his voice low and menacing as he leaned forward. His eyes bore into the terrified man standing before him. The financial advisor swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear, as he struggled to find the words to explain himself. He knew that lying was futile and that the triad boss could see through his deception with just a single glance. "I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to compose himself.