A mirthless chuckle echoed through the phone.
Bone Shards felt better, otherwise he would have definitely reminded John not to question his integrity as a businessman.
John received a massive transfer, the zeros trailing the number could let him live carefree for a long time without taking on another job.
High returns often mean high risks.
A Lone Wolf was hired to take out the gang leader; theoretically, it shouldn't involve him too much, but he still felt inexplicably endangered.
"Why take out Old Du by 6:30 PM?"
[You'll find out soon enough, ah, I'm not being cryptic, the news channel will explain it well.]
Bone Shards laughed out loud, reminding John before hanging up.
[If anyone asks you about it, feel free to tell the truth, just make sure to live until the Bolago Club dinner.]
The call ended.
Meanwhile, John received a photo and immediately sent it to Maya.
Jilead sat by the hospital bed, guarding Gerry and Malt Sugar, with a clock visible on the electronic device.
