Adrian had been having a rough time. There were many cases, and his superior was quite strict with him.
He sneaked up to the bar, walked up to a man, and handed him a large brown envelope.
"That's all I can do to help you."
Liam opened the envelope and glanced at it. "That's enough."
"Liam, what on earth are you investigating?" Adrian asked, puzzled. "Five years ago, many members of Silver Laurel died. Then what's the point of checking it? I also investigated them before, and they were all Wilson's men."
"I see."
"Why bother to do that?" Adrian asked angrily, "Liam, I help you because I have faith in you, but you made so much trouble. Your father was murdered, and there was a hospital accident. Everything is in a thorough mess."
Liam took a sip of red wine and said flatly, "Indeed."
