Empire of Shadows

Just as Officer Rucar was running around trying to figure out the identity of the deceased, and Lance's introduction agency had just opened with a lot of customers, Mr. Chobaff also encountered his troubles.

Mr. Chobaff's office is located in the very center of the Imperial District.

Although this is not the actual "city center," it is undoubtedly the busiest place in the Imperial District.

Almost all Imperial people who have traveled to King's Harbor will talk to their families about this after returning—

Even if you don't have any acquaintances in the Federation and are particularly unfamiliar with the environment, you can live well there, because some neighborhoods will give you the feeling that you haven't left the country!

In his luxurious office, a young man sat on the leather sofa in front of him.

He had dyed green hair, wore an orange top, blue pants, and a pair of white leather shoes.

What made Mr. Chobaff even more dissatisfied was that the pair of leather shoes were placed on his three-thousand-dollar coffee table, and the dust from the soles covered the entire table.

When his secretary said Jimmy had come to see him, he immediately told the secretary not to say he was here. He had even started preparing to hide, but it was too late.

The fifteen-hundred-dollar solid wood door was kicked open, the secretary stood helplessly behind Jimmy, and the young man, with a cigarette in his mouth, swaggered in arrogantly and sat on the sofa.

This is Jimmy, a senior cadre of the Brotherhood, one of the three major gangs in the port area.

"Chobaff, I heard you've been hiding from me?" he said, flicking cigarette ash casually. The ash falling on the long-pile carpet made Mr. Chobaff very uncomfortable.

But he couldn't show this discomfort. He frowned, remained silent for a moment, and shook his head. "Why would I?"

"We are good friends, I have no reason to hide from you."

Jimmy raised his hand and pointed at him, "You better be telling the truth," he said, looking around his office, "Still as luxurious as ever, making people's eyes red with envy, Old Chobaff."

As he spoke, he took out a two-dollar bill from his pocket, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it over.

The bill hit Mr. Chobaff and fell to the ground. The long-pile carpet prevented it from rolling around, and it stopped there immediately.

The assistant, who had already rushed over, saw this scene, greeted Jimmy with a smile, picked up the money that had fallen on the carpet, smoothed it out, and returned it to Jimmy, "Mr. Jimmy, you dropped your money."

Jimmy squinted at the assistant, looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed and said, "I really like you, why don't you come and work for me? You have no future following Old Chobaff."

The assistant bowed, "I don't have any plans to change jobs at the moment."

Jimmy pursed his lips indifferently, "I heard people say that you think I'm a debtor who doesn't pay back, so I came here today specifically to pay back the money."

"You know, our business hasn't been very good lately. The demonstrations have made the port area a mess, so I can't come up with so much money to pay you back all at once."

"Here, I'll pay you back two dollars first, don't mind, right?"

"You won't think I'm a debtor who doesn't pay back, will you?"

Mr. Chobaff and the assistant were both stunned for a moment. The latter glanced at his boss, and their eyes communicated in a very short time. The assistant took the money in his hand, "Of course not, two dollars is still money. You are definitely not a debtor who doesn't pay back!"

A smug smile appeared on Jimmy's face. He knew that these Imperial guys would not resist at all.

This made him even more greedy. Recently, he had lost a lot of money at the Coda family's casino.

He had always suspected that the Coda family's dealers were cheating, but he couldn't figure out how they were cheating, otherwise why would he lose every time?

This time, losing money was even more troublesome, because twenty thousand dollars of the money he lost was from the gang's account.

This debt must be handed over to the accountant before October 7th, otherwise their boss would make trouble for him.

Many people said that Jimmy was a madman, but Jimmy knew that he wasn't crazy yet. His boss was the real madman.

If he didn't want to die, then he had better hand over the money to the accountant in full before October 7th!

He might be able to raise two thousand dollars in a short time, but twenty thousand dollars was indeed a bit difficult for him. So, he suddenly thought of the banker Chobaff, whom he had extorted thirty thousand dollars from before.

What a bullshit banker, how dare he call himself a banker like this?

This gave him the idea of visiting again, and now he was putting it into action.

The assistant wanted to ease the slightly tense atmosphere in the room, "Mr. Jimmy, would you like something to drink?"

"Whiskey, neat, a big glass."

The assistant's scalp tingled slightly when he heard this. Mr. Chobaff walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, "Get me a glass too, with ice."

The purpose of adding ice is to reduce the spicy stimulation, which is the drinking method of most people.

But neat, and a big glass, this is not just a drinking habit. He was hinting at something.

The assistant hurriedly went to pour wine for the two of them. Mr. Chobaff tried his best to look calm, but he couldn't help but satirize him a little, "You don't need to make a special trip for two dollars. You can give me a call, and I'll have someone pick it up."

Jimmy had come to make trouble in the first place. When he heard this, he laughed wildly in his heart, but he showed a kind of rage on his face, "Are you mocking me?"

Mr. Chobaff didn't expect this son of a bitch, who was said to have never even gone to high school, to be so sensitive, and immediately denied, "Why would I?"

"It's so hot now, whether it's two dollars or twenty thousand, I can arrange for someone to pick it up. You don't need to come over in the scorching heat."

Jimmy's eyes began to become a little creepy, "You better not be mocking me, Old Chobaff, you know me, I'm afraid of myself when I get ruthless!"

Mr. Chobaff chuckled twice and didn't respond.

At this time, the assistant came over with a tray, not only with wine, but also with sliced bananas, apples, and cherries.

Jimmy put his legs, which were on the coffee table, back down. He took a cherry and threw it into his mouth, "I'll just… spit… let me be direct with you, I'm a little tight on money lately, lend me another fifty thousand, and I'll pay you back everything at the end of the year."

Mr. Chobaff's eyes were locked on the cherry pit that he had spat onto the carpet, as bright as if it were covered in a layer of blood.

The assistant immediately chimed in, "Mr. Jimmy, we're also very tight on money right now…"

Jimmy looked at him expressionlessly, "Does that have anything to do with me?"

Whether it was Mr. Chobaff or the assistant, at this time, they only had one evaluation of him in their hearts, a complete rogue!

But sometimes, when facing this kind of rogue, they have no way to deal with it.

Mr. Chobaff knew that he had to speak up at this time, "I don't have that much money, and you still owe me twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight dollars from the last loan. Before that debt is cleared, I won't give you a second loan."

After hearing this, Jimmy smiled disdainfully. He picked up the wine glass, but didn't drink it. Instead, he looked at Mr. Chobaff, "Why didn't you add ice to my drink? Are you looking down on me?"

Having already witnessed Jimmy's rogue temperament, the two were once again shocked by his rogue behavior, shamelessness, and lack of bottom line!

The assistant hurriedly smoothed things over, "My fault, I forgot to add ice for you, I'll get you some right away…"

Jimmy threw the glass full of whiskey at Mr. Chobaff's bookcase. Glass shattered all over the floor, and even the surface of the bookcase was scratched in several places.

Those books that he had collected from all over the world, which could be said to be antiques, were also soaked in whiskey.

Even Mr. Chobaff himself was splashed with some wine.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine off his body, then looked at Jimmy with an unkind expression. Jimmy pulled out a pistol from behind his waist, cocked it, and then slammed it face down on the coffee table, pushing it towards Mr. Chobaff, "I know you hate me, even resent me, now I'm giving you a chance."

"Either you pick it up and shoot me dead."

"Or give me the money, and I'll never appear in front of you again, pick one, Old Chobaff."

At this time, Mr. Chobaff, whose heart was filled with emotions, couldn't wait to pick up the gun and shoot this son of a bitch dead. He clenched his fists tightly, and the assistant hurriedly ran to his side and gently comforted him.

After a while, he suddenly released his fists, "I don't have that much money."

Jimmy had a look of victory on his face, "Thirty thousand dollars, one last time."

…

After watching Jimmy leave, Mr. Chobaff, who had always maintained his suave demeanor, smashed things for the first time. Although they were all worthless things, it was clear how angry he was at this time!

The assistant reprimanded the employees who were trying to watch, closed the door, returned to the room, and remained silent.

"He will come next time, the time after that, and keep coming forever, we can't keep going on like this!"

"We must fight back!"

He walked back and forth, "Find an assassin, go find me an assassin, I want to kill him, I must let people know that I am not to be trifled with!"