In the house, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa.
He looked to be around forty years of age and was slightly chubby. He wore a vest and had a Green Dragon tattoo on his arm. He was playing around with two walnuts in his hands.
“Move.”
The mercenaries pressed their firearms against the trio.
They walked forward.
“Sit.”
In a black vest and fiddling with a walnut in his hand, the middle-aged, chubby man pointed at the sofa.
James glanced at him and seated himself.
Henry and Scarlett sat by his sides.
Although they had taken their seats, the mercenaries did not leave and were still pointing their firearms at them.
James calmly asked, “Are you Jake Graham, the Boss everyone’s talking about?”
The man said nothing and cast a glance at a man in a hood behind him.
The man in the hood understood immediately and brought a laptop.
The man in the black vest pointed at the laptop and said, “Swiss Bank. Make your transfer. I’ll give you the information immediately upon transfer.”
Without missing a beat, James laughed.
“Boss, why would I make a bank transfer when everyone’s pointing their firearms at me? If you renege on your promise after I make the transfer, wouldn’t I be taken for a fool?”
The middle-aged man in the black vest gestured. “Worry not. I’ve never reneged on my promises. I’m the man I am today because of my credibility.”
James turned and looked behind him.
Scanning his surroundings, he counted the number of mercenaries.
In an instant, he laid back on the sofa and crossed his legs.
Upon seeing this, Henry understood immediately.
As James laid back on the sofa, he said, “I’ve heard of your credibility, alright. However, I’m still concerned. Why don’t we do this instead? You give me my information, and I’ll pay after I’ve confirmed its authenticity.”
Smack!
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