Tonight was indeed dangerous for Tiger. Scar had come for his life. Fortunately, he had prepared meticulously, which led to Scar leaving empty-handed.

Without the dozen or so rifles, Tiger might not have survived. Even in hindsight, he still felt the lingering fear.

Tiger wondered, "Scar is a man from King City's streets, acting on the Hernandezes' orders. But why would he come after me?"

At this point, he hadn't figured it out. Logically, he had no connections with the Hernandezes and no personal grudges.

"We missed something." Roland chimed in. "Tiger, Mr. Johnson, have you noticed that the three of us share something in common?"

After some thought, he realized Scar had been circling around the three of them from Dortmund City to tonight. When this dawned on him, everything suddenly made sense.

"What is it?" Tiger asked.

He knew he and Roland were both underground bosses, a common trait. But what about Eric?

Roland continued. "Scar came after you, but he attacked me first. Do