THIRD PERSON'S POV
"You've done your job." A woman's cold voice said with a sneer as she took out a large bag containing cash and slammed it at the vendor whose body was shaking.
The woman squinted his eyes and gave him a death glare. "If you dare to say anything about this, I'll make sure your grandma will have its final breath."
The vendor burst into tears and kept on nodding his head, swearing that he wouldn't tell anyone about their transaction. He's not dumb, he could tell that the person whom he had just acted against had a strong backer. There's no way he would tell anyone what he had done.
"Now if you understand everything, get lost." The woman coldly said and took out her cigarette and lit it.
She puffed the smoke and watched as the vendor hurriedly smashed while leaving his
