Chapter 476: Rainey's Scalp Tingles; As a Professional Hitman, I've Been Put on a Bounty In the apartment closest to Bear Mountain. Rainey was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, a lit cigar between his fingers, watching the morning sun rise over the horizon. Behind him on the sofa, Riley, who always maintained a polished image, was carefully flipping through a book titled "One Hundred Practical Marketing Cases." From time to time, he took a small sip from the red wine glass in front…