"Damn it! Adam Heavy Hammer, you have today! You should have died long ago!"
Rogge smashed the expensive wine glass in his hand, cursing angrily, but even as he did, two lines of tears ran down his face. The source of the Queen's lifelong fear of the afterlife had been eliminated—by Peter.
"Fk! Peter, you are so f***g awesome!" Judy jumped up from her chair, unable to contain her excitement.
"It's really you, Peter. You weren't just bragging. You actually became a legend." Victor silently lit a cigarette as he watched the news unfold.
"F**k! Peter! He really killed Adam Heavy Hammer! V, look!" Jack, who had been filled with remorse and regret after seeing the news at first, now burst into pure joy.
"Brother Peter! I knew you were the best!" David's excitement was uncontrollable as he watched the broadcast.
V didn't say anything. His eyes were glued to Peter on the screen, scanning for any injuries.
Lucy quickly stood up, her hands trembling. "I knew you wouldn't die before taking me to the moon." Tears of joy streamed down her face.
While everyone was celebrating, one person remained uneasy. Dexter sat in a dingy motel, worry etched across his face.
"Damn it. I asked Peter to steal the chip, and he ended up turning the entire Cyan Bi Building into a war zone!" Although Adam Heavy Hammer was dead, Dexter wasn't relieved. The Norda Arbor Group might have lost Adam, but they still ruled the city. They could hire an army of mercenaries and middlemen to hunt them down.
At that moment, Dexter's phone chimed.
"Old Hei, we got the chip you asked for. Which room are you in?"
Jack's voice came through the line. Since no one in the car was injured, Jack and the others had made their way to the motel in a Dellaman.
"Wow! Mr. Jack Wells, I didn't expect you to remember the commission after leveling Cyan Bi Building. That's... quite impressive." Dexter had been on the verge of fleeing, but Jack's confirmation that they had the chip made him pause.
If he ran now, he would definitely be hunted down by Arbor's ninjas. They would find him one day, and he would die under their blades. His only hope of survival was to get his hands on the relic chip and sell it to Military Technology or Kang Tao in exchange for protection.
"Is it just you, or is Mr. Jack alone?" Dexter asked cautiously. He had only one bodyguard with him, and if things turned ugly, he needed to know if he had enough manpower.
"Yeah... V and David both died at Cyan Bi Mansion," Jack said, controlling his expression carefully. He needed Dexter to believe it.
Time rewound slightly to when they had just gotten into the car.
"Peter! Have you changed your mind? We're waiting for you in the parking lot! Come down quickly!" Jack had answered the call nervously.
"No, I called to tell you something. Be careful of Dexter."
Jack frowned. "Watch out for Dexter? Why?"
"Because there's a high chance he'll try to kill you and steal the chip."
Peter's voice was eerily calm. Those who knew him well understood that when he was truly angry, he didn't yell—he became unnervingly quiet.
"Alright, I get it. What do you want me to do?" Jack didn't doubt Peter's words. Not everyone was trustworthy in this city.
"First, lie. Say that V and David are dead. Then, go meet Dexter alone. Follow my instructions exactly. Understand?"
Jack listened carefully as Peter detailed the plan, warning him multiple times in case he didn't catch on.
"I understand, but Peter, you have to promise me one thing."
"Go ahead."
"Come back alive. I like you, brother. I want to drink with you. I want you at my wedding with Misty." Jack's expression was dead serious, without his usual playfulness.
"Don't worry. I still want to be your son's godfather."
Peter's words made Jack burst out laughing.
"Alright! Then I'll let your son call me godfather in the future!"
"This is really unfortunate, Mr. Jack. You can rest assured that I won't shortchange you on your reward—if I get my hands on it."
Dexter smirked internally.
"I'm in room 404. Be careful—you might have a tail on you."
Dexter hung up.
"Jack, if anything goes wrong, contact us immediately. We'll back you up," V told him before he got out of the car.
"Don't worry. I'm Jack Wells—Peter's good brother." Jack grinned, showing his teeth.
He walked up to room 404, scanning his surroundings. After confirming it was clear, he knocked.
Dexter's bodyguard opened the door.
"Come in. The boss has been waiting for you."
Jack stepped inside and saw Dexter lounging on the sofa, cigar in hand, blowing smoke rings with a relaxed demeanor.
"Mr. Jack Wells, I really didn't expect you to be the one delivering the chip." Dexter's eyes lingered on the box in Jack's hand. He suppressed the urge to simply shoot him and take it.
"Hmph! Satisfied now? All this for a stupid chip! V and David..." Jack cursed hysterically, fake tears welling up in his eyes.
"Mr. Jack Wells, I don't appreciate that tone. This business comes with risks. Death is part of the game. But let's be honest—Ms. V and Mr. David Martinez died honorably, didn't they?" Dexter gestured toward the box.
"Go to hell! Give me my money! I want half a million now! Or I'll smash this box!" Jack roared, lifting the container as if he were about to throw it.
"Wait! Mr. Jack! We agreed to sell it first, then split the money! What do you think you're doing?!"
Dexter's calm facade cracked. The chip inside that case was his last hope of survival.
"F**k that! V and David are dead! I need to take care of their families! Pay up, or I swear, I'll kill you too!" Jack's rage was almost convincing. If Peter were here, he'd probably be impressed.
"Fine! Fine! Half a million! I'll transfer it now!"
"Do it. Now."
Dexter, cursing under his breath, completed the transfer. His heart sank as he watched a significant portion of his bank account drain. He had spent years amassing his wealth, carefully managing information networks and relationships. Now, most of it was gone in an instant.
But he reassured himself—it would be worth it. If he handed this chip over to Military Technology or Kang Tao, he could secure their protection. Maybe even become a top-tier fixer under their umbrella.
"I'll just go wash my face. When I come back, I'll open the box for you."
Jack placed the case on the table and stepped into the bathroom. Once inside, he activated his scanning optics.
Outside, Dexter was muttering under his breath.
"Goddamn bastard! Another half a million? What, does he think his life is worth that much?!"
Jack heard every word clearly through his enhanced audio.
He smirked. Dexter had no idea what was coming.