THE POISONED WINE
Jordan lets out a cold chuckle, his expression taunting and arrogant.

"I'll give you a similar choice, Black Dragon," he says gleefully. "If you hand me a check containing the exact amount you owe World Apparels Galaxy, I'll forget you threatened me and walk away...

"But if you don't, you should prepare a speech and your last wishes, because if I get started, you won't survive. So what would it be? Check or last speech and wishes?" As he speaks, he fiddles with the phone in his hand, his movements casual and unconcerned as if it is normal for anyone to threaten the deadly Mafia!

"You insolent brat, do you even know who you are talking to?!" Black Dragon snarls contemptuously, his voice low and dangerous. "You are nothing but a puny little boy, how dare you threaten me?"

"If you could threaten me, why can't I? Are you any better than me?" Jordan retorts indifferently, his voice still infuriatingly calm as he is unfazed by Black Dragon's rage. "Anyways, that wasn't a threat but a friend
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