Shadow Empire

Chapter 67 Blackmail
Just as Officer Lucard was running around trying to find out the identity of the deceased and Lance's agency had a lot of customers right after it opened, Mr. Jobaf also encountered his troubles.

Mr. Jobaf's office is located in the very center of the Empire District.

Although this is not the "city center" in the actual sense, it is undoubtedly the most lively place in the Imperial District.

Almost all the imperial people who have traveled to Jingang City will talk about this with their families after returning -

Even if you don’t have any acquaintances in the Federation and are extremely unfamiliar with the environment, you can still live well there, because some neighborhoods will give you the feeling that you haven’t even left the country!

In his luxurious office, a young man was sitting on the leather sofa in front of him.

He had dyed green hair, wore an orange top, blue pants, and a pair of white leather shoes.

What made Mr. Jobaf even more dissatisfied was that the pair of leather shoes was placed on his coffee table worth three thousand yuan, and the dust from the soles of the shoes covered the coffee table.

When his secretary said Jimmy came to see him, he immediately told the secretary not to tell anyone that he was there. He even started to prepare to hide, but he was still a step too late.

The solid wooden door worth fifteen hundred dollars was kicked open. The secretary stood helplessly behind Jimmy, and the young man walked in arrogantly with a cigarette in his mouth, and then sat on the sofa.

This is Jimmy, a senior official of the Brotherhood, one of the three major gangs in Hong Kong.

"Jobaff, I heard you were avoiding me?" He flicked the ash from his cigarette, which annoyed Mr. Jobaff when it landed on the shag carpet.

But he couldn't show his displeasure. He kept a cold face, remained silent for a moment, and shook his head, "How could that be?"

"We are good friends. I have no reason to hide from you."

Jimmy raised his finger and pointed at him. "You'd better tell the truth," he said, looking at his office. "It's still the same as before, luxurious and enviable, old Joe."

As he spoke, he took out a two-dollar bill from his pocket, balled it up, and threw it over.

After the banknote hit Mr. Jobaf, it fell to the ground again. The shag carpet prevented it from rolling around, and it stayed there for a moment.

The assistant who had rushed over saw this scene, and while greeting Jimmy with a smile, he picked up the money that had fallen on the carpet, smoothed it out, and returned it to Jimmy, "Mr. Jimmy, your money fell."

Jimmy glanced at the assistant, looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed and said, "I really like you. Why don't you come and work with me? You don't have any future following Old Joe."

The assistant bent over and said, "For now, I have no intention of changing jobs."

Jimmy pursed his lips indifferently, "I heard that you think I'm a person who doesn't pay back the money I owe, so I came here today to pay it back."

"You know, our business hasn't been very good recently. The demonstrations have caused chaos in the port area, so I can't come up with so much money to pay you back all at once."

"Here, I'll return the two dollars to you first. Do you mind?"

"You don't think I'm someone who doesn't pay back the money, do you?"

Mr. Qiaobafu and his assistant were both stunned for a moment. The latter glanced at his boss. The two of them communicated with each other in a very short time. The assistant took the money in his hand and said, "Of course not. Two dollars is still money. You are definitely not someone who doesn't pay back the money you owe!"

Jimmy had a smug smile on his face, he knew that these Imperials would not resist at all.

This also made him more greedy, and he recently lost a lot of money in the Kodak family's casino.

He always suspected that the Kodak family's dealers were cheating, but he could never find out how they were cheating. Otherwise, why did he lose every time?

This time losing money was a bit troublesome, because among the lost money, 20,000 yuan was due from the gang.

This bill must be handed over to the accountant before October 7th, otherwise their boss will cause trouble for him.

Many people say that Jimmy is a madman, but Jimmy knows that he is not crazy, his boss is the real madman.

If he doesn't want to die, he'd better hand over all the money to the accountant before October 7th!

He might have a way to raise two thousand dollars in a short period of time, but twenty thousand dollars was indeed a bit difficult for him, so he suddenly thought of the banker Jobaf, from whom he had previously extorted thirty thousand dollars.

What a shitty banker! How dare he call himself a banker?
This also gave him the idea of ​​visiting again, and now he put it into action.

The assistant wanted to ease the slightly tense atmosphere in the room, "Mr. Jimmy, what would you like to drink?"

"Whiskey, no ice, a large glass."

The assistant's scalp tingled when he heard this. Mr. Jobaf walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down. "Give me a drink too, with ice cubes." The purpose of adding ice cubes is to reduce the spicy stimulation, which is also the way most people drink.

But without ice and still a large glass, this is not just a drinking habit, he is hinting at something.

The assistant quickly went to pour wine for the two. Mr. Qiaobafu tried his best to look calm, but he couldn't help but mock him a little, "You don't need to make a special trip just for two dollars. You can just give me a call and I'll have someone pick it up."

Jimmy was looking for trouble. He laughed wildly in his heart when he heard this, but his face showed fury. "Are you mocking me?"

Mr. Qiaobafu did not expect that this girl who was said to have never even attended high school would be so sensitive. He immediately denied it and said, "How could it be?"

"It's so hot now, whether it's two dollars or twenty thousand, I can arrange to pick it up. You don't have to come here in the scorching heat."

Jimmy's eyes began to become a little creepy, "You better not be mocking me, Old Joe, you know me, when I get ruthless, even I'm afraid of myself!"

Mr. Jobaf gave two dry laughs and said nothing more.

At this time, the assistant came over with a tray, which contained not only wine, but also cut bananas, apples and cherries.

Jimmy took his legs back from the coffee table, picked up a cherry and put it in his mouth, "I'll just...bah...just tell you guys straight, I'm a little tight on money lately, lend me another fifty thousand, and I'll pay you back by the end of the year."

Mr. Jobaf's eyes were fixed on the cherry pit he had spit onto the carpet, which was so bright that it looked like it was coated with blood.

The assistant immediately followed up, "Mr. Jimmy, we are also very short of money right now..."

Jimmy looked at him expressionlessly, "What does this have to do with me?"

No matter Mr. Jobaf or his assistant, they all had only one evaluation of him in their minds at this moment: a complete scoundrel!

But sometimes, when faced with such scoundrels, they have no way to deal with them.

Mr. Qiaobafu knew that he had to speak up at this time. "I don't have that much money, and you still owe me 29,998 yuan from your last loan. I won't give you the second installment until this debt is paid off."

Jimmy smiled disdainfully after hearing this. He picked up the glass but didn't drink it. Instead, he looked at Mr. Jobaf and asked, "Why don't you add ice cubes to my glass? Do you look down on me?"

The two men, who had already witnessed Jimmy's rogue temper, were once again shocked by his roguery, shamelessness and lack of bottom line!

The assistant quickly tried to smooth things over, "It's my fault. I forgot to add ice cubes to your glass. I'll give it to you right away..."

Jimmy threw the glass full of whiskey at Mr. Jobaff's bookcase, shattering the glass all over the floor and even leaving several scratches on the facade of the bookcase.

The books he collected from all over the world, which could be considered antiques, were also soaked in whiskey.

Even Mr. Jobaf himself was splashed with some wine.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine off his body, then looked at Jimmy with a bad face. Jimmy pulled out a pistol from behind his waist, loaded it, then turned it over and slapped it on the coffee table, pushing it towards Mr. Jobaf, "I know you hate me, even hate me, now I give you a chance."

"Either you pick it up and then beat me to death."

"Either give me money or I'll never show up in front of you again. Choose one, Old Joe."

At this moment, Mr. Jobaf was so emotional that he wanted to shoot this bastard to death immediately. He clenched his fists tightly. His assistant quickly ran to his side and comforted him softly.

After a long while, he suddenly unclenched his fist and said, "I don't have that much money."

Jimmy had a look of triumph on his face. "Thirty thousand dollars, the last time."

……

After watching Jimmy leave, Mr. Jobaf, who had always been so graceful, threw things for the first time. Although they were all worthless things, it also showed his anger at the moment!
The assistant scolded the employees who tried to watch, closed the door, returned to the room, and remained silent.

"He'll come again, and again, and again and again. We can't keep going like this!"

"We're going to fight back!"

He paced back and forth, "Find a killer, go find me a killer, I want to kill him, I must let people know that I am not someone to be trifled with!"

(End of this chapter)