Paul's home wasn't far from Moscow to begin with.
After waiting for most of the day, just as dusk began to settle, Paul finally appeared.
Aside from a new, noticeable scar running along his jawline, Paul hadn't changed much. He wore a black Adidas long down coat, red track pants with three stripes running along the sides, and a pair of Trefoil sneakers on his feet.
Paul had made a fair bit of money now, but no matter how wealthy he was, he still dressed like a small-time thug who wore only authentic-brand clothing.
"Boss!"
Paul was visibly excited. The metal jaw replacement he had gotten didn't seem to have affected his life much. Other than a slightly slurred speech, there wasn't anything else out of the ordinary about him.
Gao Guang embraced Paul in a big hug, clearly happy, and then said with a sigh, "Sorry to interrupt your retirement…"
