The man silently puffed clouds of smoke, leaving Charlie River unable to fathom what his Young Master was contemplating.
Saying too much would be a mistake, so remaining silent was the best strategy.
After a long time, as Thomas Shannon lit his third cigarette, he lightly tapped the table surface, "Charlie, what is going on? Shouldn't you be giving me an explanation?"
"Apologies, Young Master, it was my oversight!"
With his head lowered respectfully, Charlie River replied, "Lucifer suddenly came to Country A, it was my error not to report it immediately to you. Please punish me, Young Master!"
"Punishment?" Thomas Shannon scoffed coldly, "You indeed deserve punishment!"
With those somber words, the ashtray was hurled over.
Charlie River did not dodge or flinch, letting the ashtray hit his head, spilling its contents to the ground and shattering into pieces.
His forehead broke, and after a moment of dull pain, crimson blood trickled down, spreading across his entire face.
