This tone exuded a certain disdain.
"My wife has already gone to bed," Jas Black explained, then shared the text ssage Jane Sampson had received on her mobile phone and his suspicions.
Old Master Black suddenly shifted from his previously indifferent deanor.
"I understand, hold the other party off for two days, and I’ll arrange for a female soldier to pretend to be your wife. After all, the person sending the text ssages doesn’t know who your wife is, it’s all about deceiving them."
"Indeed, I also want to know who dares to sche behind my back like this," Jas Black said in a nacing tone, "Then I’ll stall for two days."
After hanging up the phone, Jas Black used Jane Sampson’s mobile phone to send a text ssage to that person——I am currently out of town and won’t be back for two days. Tell how much money you want. As long as it can be settled with money, it’s no big deal here. I only have one request, just don’t let him die, I don’t want to be a widow at such a young age.
The tone was utterly arrogant, painting the speaker as haughty, dismissive, and sowhat superficial.
After sending the text, Jas Black was ready to go back to rest.
It was just a bit unexpected that the reply ca so quickly.
——Then wait for your two days. If you let a third person know about this matter, you might as well prepare to be a widow.
Jas Black scoffed and casually placed the mobile phone on the sofa before returning to bed to rest early with his young wife.
The next day, a little past 8 o’clock, Jas Black left the hotel with Jane Sampson, heading straight to an inconspicuous rental house without going elsewhere.
Brooke Black’s subordinate was already there, pressing down Charles Young, the man in the video.
Although Charles Young had spent the past two days enjoying good food and drink and playing cards with companions, the money was not his to last as his lifestyle remained coarse, so he didn’t plan on moving to another place.
Thus, even now as he was caught and pressed to the ground, shouting for rcy, there was still nobody around to hear him.
When Jas Black entered wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses, Charles Young was already begging for forgiveness on the ground.
After entering, Jas Black directly picked a chair, placed it next to Jane Sampson and stood silently by her side, waving at Brooke Black’s subordinate, who then stepped even harder on Charles Young’s foot.
"Still not willing to talk?" Jas Black asked.
"The bone’s too tough," the man replied coldly.
"If it’s tough, break it piece by piece, and without bones, naturally, it’ll soften," Jas Black said, taking a fruit knife from his pocket and toying with it in his palm, "It’s been a long ti since I’ve loosened soone’s bones, so I’m not sure if my skills are still smooth. If it’s not, it might take a long ti to pick apart those bones, and it’ll hurt too."
A man whose hand had fired real guns and been stained with real blood, with just one sentence could suffocate others with his presence.
Seeing the difference between this man and the one stepping on him, and thinking about his bones being thodically removed after seeing the fruit knife, Charles Young felt pain all over his body.
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" Charles Young couldn’t hold out much longer and shouted, "A woman paid to wait in the hotel room for another woman and even gave a cara and taught how to use it."
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