JIM IS HIM

CHAPTER 393

Four men rushed into the restaurant, pushed Jim to the side, and forcibly dragged Malcolm out.

“What do you want?” Malcolm asked them, but they didn’t answer him.

They brought him to the car, and the rooftop opened. Jerkins stood and revealed himself, smoking from a pipe, and wearing an old fashioned hat. He had dog-tag earrings.

“M-Mr. Jerkins! What do you want me for?” Malcolm asked.

“You see… your brother has lost it and stole a bag full of drugs from my basement and ran away,” Jerkins said. “Now that’s a special drug. One gram costs over 100 dollars. And he stole 12.6 kilos of it. That adds up to 1.26 million dollars. I’m going to have you pay me that money.”

“T-This is ridiculous,” Malcolm raised his voice, and he was punched in the gut by Jerkins’ underlings. Malcolm coughed blood. “I can’t give you that much money. I already lost my restaurant.”

“I know, but you still have your precious house, don’t you?” Jerkins said. “It has a value of about 800,000 dollars. I’ll take that f