Sitting at the dining table, Drake suddenly spoke, "Harold, you've made quite a bit of money in Metrobay City over the years, haven't you?"
Hearing this, Harold quickly nodded. "I owe it all to your help, Sir. I've made a little, yes."
Drake nodded slightly and said, "I don't care about your legitimate business, but if you've got any dirty dealings, you'd better get rid of them now."
Harold froze upon hearing this.
Drake continued, "This time, I'm giving you a warning. You should understand what I mean."
Harold immediately replied, "Yes, Sir, I understand."
Cold sweat was already streaming down his forehead.
'Yes, I do have quite a few dirty businesses under my control,' he thought.
'After all, these industries make money faster than legitimate ones!'
'But now, it seems Drake kno
