Ben Gross’s warning hung in the air like a dense fog, suffocating the violence in the room.
"Johan," the Chief of Police whispered from the phone screen, his voice tight with anxiety. "You don't understand. He knows Mayor Vance and the Zane Family. Last time he caused a scene, I tried to arrest him, and Mayor Vance personally intervened to protect him. He scolded me like a dog."
"I can't help you. If you value your life... apologize."
Click.
The call ended. The screen went black.
The lobby of DragonSoar Group fell into a deathly silence. The bodyguards, who had been seconds away from rushing Jack, froze in their tracks. Their weapons lowered, uncertainty clouding their eyes.
Johan stood there, his face a swollen ruin of blood and bruises. His brain was spinning.
Mayor Vance? The Zan
