Yosef, Charlie, and seven or eight gangsters were taken away.
“J-James.”
Before the policemen left, he looked at James and asked respectfully, “M-May I ask how would you like us to investigate the Callahans?”
This policeman was the head of the Commercial Crime Investigation Department.
His name was Wayne Jackson.
Before coming, he was aware of James' identity and knew he was the Callahans’ son-in-law.
However, he did not know of James’ other identities.
One thing he knew was that an ordinary person would not be treated respectfully by the Blithe King’s subordinate.
He was not confident in how he was supposed to investigate the Callahans, so he inquired.
“After the investigations, those who deserve to go to jail should go to jail, and those who deserve to be fined should be fined,” said James.
“Understood.” Wayne nodded.
“I’ve troubled you again, General Highsmith. I’ll treat you to dinner some other day.”
James waved his hand and turned to leave.
At the same time, at the Callahans’ villa.
A few cars parked in front of the villa with some pickup trucks and a brand-new limited edition Firarre.
Tommy saw the cars through the surveillance at the door and was taken aback but headed outside to check it out.
After going out, he saw many people unloading goods from the pickup truck and carrying many boxes.
“W-Who are you people?” He approached and asked.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie, seemingly a very successful person, stepped forward and asked, “Is this the Callahans’ residence?”
“Y-yeah. Why?” Tommy was puzzled and did not understand what these people were doing.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Tommy. We’re here to send some betrothal gifts.”
“Bethrotal gifts?”
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