Royce raised the black card in the air.
"Do you want it or not? Start talking?" Royce nods at Baldwin, who looks at the black card as if it was a drug to his addictive soul.
He salivates, his throat bobbing with his eyes locked on the card that has answers to all of his life problems and earthly necessities.
"Give me the card, I don't trust you not to play tricks on me," Baldwin tries to stay sober from the sight of the card.
He is a wise man and he knows a guy like Royce.
This guy is an evil serpent with human skin.
"Do you not know how to trade?" Royce thinks he doesn't mind spending the next few hours getting entertained by Baldwin.
After all, this man was his mate's father.
He had to show some courtesy.
"I received, you take. Now, you tell me what you know about my mate or I will use another option. I have many other ways I can make you talk, don't be so pushy. I'm not known for my patience."
