The underground carpark was dimly lit and neglected, with peeling paint and cracked concrete. Shadows lurked in every corner, and the absence of security cameras provided an ideal spot for conversations meant to remain hidden.

  The Watcher stood patiently, expression unreadable, eyes focused coldly on Sammy Kwan. Sammy’s face was swollen, bruised, desperation radiating off him as he pleaded his case.

  “And you can’t find her, the prostitute who did this to you?” The Watcher's voice sliced the air, dangerously calm.

  Sammy swallowed nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. “Look, I have all my men looking for her. She can’t be too far. You just gotta give me time.”

  The Watcher tilted his head slightly. “Describe the girl you said tricked you into drinking the wine. The one with the guy who did that work on your face.”

  “Uh, big eyes, small nose. Kinda short. Looked young, long hair. Real pale skin.” Sammy’s voice wavered as he recited the details, his eyes darting anxiously.

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  The Watcher barely managed to suppress an eye-roll. Sammy had just described half of Chinatown—no, half the Asian girls in San Francisco. Fortunately, he already had an idea of who it might be. There was only one big-eyed girl who had recently crossed paths with him.

  “Any chance it was her?” The Watcher produced a photo on his phone, holding it up for Sammy to see clearly.

  Sammy’s eyes widened in instant recognition, anger flaring vividly. “Yes!! That’s her! That’s the bitch who did this to me.”

  The Watcher's lips curled into the faintest smile, cold satisfaction evident. “Well, looks like you have a chance to make up for the mess you’ve made. Her name is Vivian Jiang. She lives at the SFSU dormitories. I imagine this won’t be much work for you.”

  Sammy’s expression twisted, eyes narrowing in a mixture of vengeance and lust. “Oh, not at all. I think I’m gonna enjoy it too.”

  The Watcher stepped closer, voice lowering to a chilling whisper. “Your last chance, Sammy. Or I might just have my contacts tell your bosses about all that extra money you’ve been making recently.”

  Without waiting for Sammy’s response, the Watcher turned sharply and strode away, footsteps echoing quietly through the deserted garage. Confidence settled over him, secure in the knowledge that the loose end named Vivian Jiang would soon be neatly severed.