Chapter 162 Dangerous

"Boss, it's him again." "Now? What does he want this time?" Silas's voice was thick with irritation. His eyes remained locked ahead, barely acknowledging the phone being handed to him. Even as he took the call, his expression was one of pure annoyance. "Yeah, what is it?" Celeste couldn't hear much, only catching fragments of the conversation carried on the wind. "You're giving me information, and now you want me to let someone live?" "Ha... who the hell do you think you are making demands of me?" "Screw you!" The rest of his words were a string of curses, the kind that made Celeste wince. Even from a distance, the venom in his voice was unmistakable. Still, she managed to piece together something useful: someone had tipped him off, and worse—they were trying to negotiate with Silas. That person... was an idiot. Clearly, they didn't understand Silas. Ruthless didn't even begin to describe him. Arrogant and cruel, he had no respect for anyone. To him, people were disposable—