The dagger was stabbed at my fingers. It sank into the coffee table squarely between my fingers. If it had landed one centimeter sideways, I would have lost a finger as a price for saying the wrong thing.
Cold sweat trickled down my sideburns as I sensed the murderous air that Suzuki was emanating.
I knew in my heart of hearts that I was in no position to bargain with him. At that moment, Suzuki added sinisterly, “Ben, think it through before I summon you for the movie. Show him out!”
A great sense of relief flooded over me as I heard Suzuki dismiss me. The back of my jacket was drenched with cold sweat. I knew that I had just had another narrow escape from death. For a leader of a powerful gang like Suzuki, killing me was no harder than killing an ant.
Suzuki’s men manhandled me out o
