"I'm going to find Burger King?"
Dexter's question was ignored by Brigitte. The fat man covered his severed hand and walked out of the room.
The severed hand was roughly treated with a high-temperature hemostatic agent, pain relievers, and some rags. It didn't hurt, but that golden hand... That golden hand was worth a lot of money. He felt the pain in his heart.
With his other hand... From somewhere, he fished out a cigar. His black skin turned even darker from the pain. But after stepping out the door, he quickly adjusted his demeanor -
Even though he was caught by the Voodoo Gang, in the eyes of outsiders, he was still the infamous Dexter DeShawn. He still had to keep up appearances; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to trick the greenhorns into working for him. Without those greenhorns, he didn't have much value.
Except...
Except he was still a bit scared: The Voodoo Gang almost took his life!
