Jack smiled wryly. Seeing the change in Donald's facial expression, he could guess what was on his mind."Good, it seems you've remembered me, Mr. Pasmod. Please have a seat. Consider this sumptuous dinner as compensation for that illicit suitcase."Donald Pasmod gritted his teeth. He shot Jack a glare as he sat down in the chair that had been reserved for him.'Apparently Tom Roodenburg's grandson is even crazier than the old man. How dare he talk like that in front of me! How dare he admit his mistake to me! Did he think the suitcase contained toys? I've lost millions of dollars because of him. He also killed Berry!'Inwardly Donald kept saying, 'Damn! If I had known he was the same person as the pizza courier, I wouldn't have asked to meet here!' He looked at George and Zac who were standing beside Jack.Looking at Donald's hardened jaw, Jack's face remained calm. He placed both hands on the table. Smiling, he said, "What is it, Mr. Pasmod? Do you regret choosing to have dinner her

"Warning."A frown appeared on Donald's forehead. He didn't understand the meaning of Jack's one-word answer. Instead of a warning, wouldn't the lavish dinner be more appropriately called a warm welcome?A warm welcome from an enemy was still something to be wary of, but it was too much to call it a warning.'He even asked his bodyguard to pull back the gun pointed at me.'Donald squinted. He tried to guess the meaning behind Jack's words, but didn't find the right answer. He then asked, "What do you mean?""I know, you're after me. Of course that's true because Donald Pasmod won't forget anything that has cost him."Donald smiled slightly. "You seem to know a lot about me.""Hahaha, I'm actually just self-conscious. I know I've made a big mistake by taking your suitcase, Mr. Pasmod." Jack chuckled. "Actually, just like you, I don't like making enemies either. If we can live in peace, why make a fuss?"Donald was getting more and more clueless about what Jack was really trying to tell

Matthew got out of the car. He walked quickly over to George and Zac. He couldn't wait for reassurance because everything was too abstract."Mr. Matthew," George followed by Zac bowed respectfully to the deputy director of Big Roodgroup."Tell me what happened in the dining room earlier? Your story is too difficult to understand, George."George and Zac took turns explaining the chronology. The longer they explained, the more wrinkles appeared on Matthew's forehead.While the serious dialog was going on, Robert who saw Matthew from inside the glass wall of the building immediately came out to say hello.Matthew was an important and honorable person. Robert wanted to show off his success in serving the young master."Mr. Matthew," Robert called when he had just passed through the main door.Seeing Robert's figure approaching, Matthew's face looked angry. "Look, Robert is here!"Matthew's reaction surprised Robert. Holding back his fear, he asked, "M-master, w-what happened?" It looked

Donald felt familiar with the voice. His blood rushed, making his whole body feel hot."See you again, Mr. Pasmod."Everyone looked at the man who approached them. They observed him from toe to head. His shoes, clothes, watch, and everything he wore was exactly the same as what Young Master Roodenburg had worn to dinner last night. And that smile, that man was indeed Jack."So this is all your doing? You're the one who burned down my base, you bastard!" Donald glanced at Thomas. "And you, you turned out to be a spy! You bastard! I'll kill you!" He vented his frustration without lowering his raised hand.Thomas laughed. "Young Master, it seems Donald Pasmod forgot that both hands were still raised."More laughter could be heard from the people watching the fire. Donald and his men had a bad feeling."In just one pull, the bullet in my gun will pierce your skull. BANG! Hahaha!"Again, everyone laughed at the laughter that came out of Thomas' mouth. It made Donald swallow his saliva. Esp

"Don't dirty my shoes with your mouth." Jack replied casually.Donald was like being struck by lightning. He gasped at the insult that made his throat hurt.He was Donald Pasmod, the much-feared drug mafia. His men were scattered everywhere. Even though everyone knew him as a drug dealer, they dared not report him to the police because his power had even penetrated the police as well.Whatever Donald wanted, he could get it. His orders were always obeyed. If an enemy tried to disturb him, he would not think twice about asking his men to open fire. Likewise, if there are people who argue or fight against him, he himself will not hesitate to use violence, even if necessary he will also point a gun and eliminate them from this world forever.It could be said that shooting was Donald Pasmod's hobby.'Why did I keep quiet when this young man insulted me so harshly?'Donald regretted his inability to fight back. It was too drastic a drop in self-esteem. How could one possibly salvage his se