Mortimer was completely taken aback, as he didn't anticipate this carefree and no- shits- given attitude from Jack right now.Meanwhile, Jack maintained a slightly condescending look on his face. On the inside, he was silently enjoying the lawyer's discomfort, and pressed on with his question. "Tell me, what will happen next? Since you are so sure that someone will find out any minute now… then please don't leave me on this note of suspense. What do you think will happen when your words become the reality, and everyone does find out that you are being held captive? Hm..?" The room hung with suspense as Mortimer struggled to formulate a response to this, and Jack continued uninterrupted."The most anyone will be able to do is to mourn and cry bitterly over your corpse– what more do you expect them to do?"His almost pitiful gaze remained fixed on Mortimer, and in that moment, the cunning lawyer finally understood something. His sense of panic and urgency heightened even more, when

Jack smirked as he toyed with the phone before placing it back in his pocket, savoring the moment of control. Addressing Andres with a calculated smile, he uttered, "Now, I suppose you know you have no choice, right?" Andres, resigned to the situation, heaved a sigh and declared, "Listen, I didn't have any loyalty to him anyway. Just spare me and my family, and then, you can just do whatever the hell you want…" With this reluctant agreement from Andres, Jack had all the vital information he needed to set his plan into motion.Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Robert, unaware of the unfolding events, instructed his driver to change course towards the Car Wash after abruptly ending the call with Mortimer. The urgency in Mortimer's voice and the mention of Jack Turner and the amount deposited in his account overnight, fueled Robert's belief that something crucial was about to happen. But what he didn't know was that his dear friend was already in Jack's claws, who was layin

Already, the chaos inside the bar was on the rise, and Robert's presence only seemed to fan the flames of rebellion among his men. With an enlightened expression on his face, Robert continued;"Why, don't you agree? My agenda was always to reward the better player, and that's why, I have always encouraged a healthy competition between the two rackets.After all, one has to be the winner for the sake of victory, right? This is obviously how our world works, have you ever heard of the winner and the runner up getting the same reward?"He scoffed, while the men were listening to him with all their attention focused on his words;"Today, you are standing in front of me, demanding to know why I never disclosed that I owned both the factions of this city's drug network. But have you ever questioned the God you worship?""God? What the hell does God have to do with this?" One of the men shouted."Well, you all are God's creations, right? Then why haven't you ever asked him, why some lucky o

Jack's POV:As I watched Mortimer squirm in his chair, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. I had expected that the method to extract information out of him would be simple, but I didn't think it would be that simple! It was astonishing how quickly he spilled everything after a just a little meeting my associates. Anyway, with that obstacle out of the way, I now had two crucial tasks ahead of me. Firstly, I knew that both factions of the drug cartel in the city were under the control of Robert Wendell. This information alone was worth its weight in gold, and it was all thanks to Toby. Toby had also told me that a lot of agents from Scavenger frequented his bar, and some of them were clients' of Robert as well. And now, Mortimer's answer had provided me with the key to releasing uncontrollable chaos in the capital of Robert's empire. I could strike at the very heart of his operation, hence crippling all his influence in the city. Of course, there were still risks

As Jack approached his mansion, a sense of triumph washed over him. He walked with a lightness in his step, knowing that Robert Wendell was finally dead and the weight of that burden could finally be lifted from his shoulders. The police would soon arrive at the Hunting Garden Pub to investigate the murder, but Jack had no fear of being implicated. He had planned everything carefully and left behind enough evidence to ensure that they would end up uncovering Robert's true identity as the drug overlord.Whether or not the Ravens and the Venom would be exposed was now out of his hands; it was up to them to handle the fallout. But at least, he had shown the true face of the man who had tried to frame him and ruin his life… Despite his satisfaction with the night's events, Jack remained vigilant as he approached his mansion. He took all the appropriate precautions, scanning the perimeter for any potential threats before entering the safety of his home. As he stepped into the main hall,