Skye closed her eyes slightly and said, "You, Mr. Quinn, the head of the Quinn family, still need to run for your life?" Hearing the subtle sarcasm in Skye's voice, Mr. Quinn yanked her head to the side and bit down hard on the wound on her neck. Skye let out a whimper of pain but couldn't resist, forced to endure Mr. Quinn's biting. After a while, Mr. Quinn finally released her. Looking at the faint traces of blood on Skye's neck, he said coldly, "Letting your guard down is the beginning of death." In the underworld, where life was constantly at risk, being the boss didn't guarantee longevity - it often meant even greater danger. Skye, who had never been part of this world, couldn't understand this. Though theft and robbery differed by just one word, their implications were worlds apart

