Chapter 88: Joker looks down on ACE
Miles slipped a generous amount of cash onto the table—enough to cover not only the shattered table but what it could’ve earned for weeks. The waitress blinked in surprise, but he was already at the door, pushing it open into the sunlight.
The city buzzed around him, corporate giants of glass and steel towering on all sides. He crossed the pavement casually, hands in his pockets, but then paused—his smile slow and knowing. With a small tilt of his head, he turned down a narrow alley nestled between the buildings.
Back here, the city’s polish faded. It was quieter, the kind of place secrets whispered and rats ran freely. Leaning against the brick walls were the same suited men from the café, now stripped of their fake civility. One puffed on a cigarette, another chuckled crudely.
"Damn that brat," one muttered, shaking his head.
"Wait till he leaves. We’ll deal with the girl after."
A voice drifted in—calm, cold, unmistakable.
"You don’t look like corporate employees."
They turned. The man from the café was walking toward them, his presence suffocating even in the open air.
"You look more like street thugs in borrowed suits."
The men shifted. Feet scraped the ground. One backed half a step, the cigarette flicked nervously to the side.
Miles kept walking, tone casual, deadly.
"Let me guess... some bottom-feeding recovery agents working for..."