Chapter 75 Mr Big Shot Learns A Lesson

• Cain’s sneer thickened as the mercenaries edged closer, boots echoing like a drumbeat of violence. The air pressed heavy, charged, but Logan’s shoulders never shifted. He moved with deliberate calm, stepping toward the decanter on the side table.
• “Relax,” he said, pouring himself a glass of wine. The ruby liquid swirled, catching the light. He raised the glass in Cain’s direction, voice level. “I know the difference between your men and Lala’s. He has street soldiers—loyal, dangerous, but still raw. You… you command veterans. Mercenaries who’ve already walked through hell. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I respect you, Cain Arden.”
• Cain leaned back, cigar smoke curling in lazy patterns, his lips curling into satisfaction at the acknowledgment. “Good,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “Then you understand why five hundred million is a fair price. Nothing less.”