Chapter 67: Extortion

Just as Officer Lukaer was running around to figure out the identity of the deceased, and just as Lans's agency had quite a few customers right after opening, Mr. Jobav also encountered his trouble.

Mr. Jobav's office is located in the very center of the Imperial District.

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

Almost all Imperial people who have traveled to Jincheng 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 live very well there because some neighborhoods will give you the feeling that you haven't left the country yet!

In his luxurious office, a young man sat 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. Jobav even more dissatisfied was that those leather shoes were resting on his three-thousand-dollar coffee table, and the dust from the soles fell all over the table.

When his secretary said Jimmy had come to see him, he told the secretary immediately not to say he was there; he even started preparing to hide, but he was still a step too late.

The fifteen-hundred-dollar solid wood door was kicked open. The secretary stood helplessly behind Jimmy, and this young man, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked in arrogantly and swaggeringly, then sat on the sofa.

This is Jimmy, a senior cadre of the Brotherhood Gang, one of the three major gangs in the port area.

"Jobav, I heard you're hiding from me?" He flicked the cigarette ash casually. When the ash fell on the long-pile carpet, it made Mr. Jobav very unhappy.

But he couldn't express this unhappiness. He kept a cold face, was 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 pointed his finger at him, "You'd better be telling the truth," he said, looking at his office, "Still the same as before, luxurious enough to make people jealous to the point of red eyes, Old Joe."

As he said this, he took a two-dollar banknote from his pocket, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it over.

After the banknote hit Mr. Jobav, it fell to the ground. The long-pile carpet kept it from rolling around, and it stayed right there.

The assistant who had already rushed over saw this scene. While greeting Jimmy with a forced smile, he picked up the money that had fallen on the carpet, smoothed it out, and handed it back to Jimmy, "Mr. Jimmy, you dropped your money."

Jimmy squinted at the assistant, looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed, saying, "I really like you. Why don't you come and work for me? There's no future following Old Joe."

The assistant bowed, "I don't have any thoughts of changing jobs for the time being."

Jimmy pursed his lips indifferently, "I heard people say you think I'm someone who borrows money and doesn't pay it back, so I came here specifically to pay you back today."

"You know, our business hasn't been very good lately. The protests and demonstrations have made the port area a mess, so I can't take out so much money to pay you back all at once."

"Here, pay you back two dollars first. You don't mind, right?"

"You won't think I'm someone who borrows money and doesn't pay it back, will you?"

Mr. Jobav and the assistant were both stunned for a moment. The latter looked at his boss, and the two completed an exchange in a very short time. The assistant took the money in his hand, "Of course not. Two dollars is also money. You are definitely not someone who borrows money and doesn't pay it back!"

A smug smile appeared on Jimmy's face. He knew that these Imperial guys wouldn't resist at all.

This also made him increasingly greedy. He had lost quite a bit of money recently, at the Koda family's casino.

He had always suspected that the Koda family's dealer was cheating, but he could never figure out how they were cheating. Otherwise, why would he lose every time?

Losing money this time was a bit troublesome because among the money lost, twenty thousand dollars belonged to the gang's account.

This account must be handed over to the accountant before October 7th, otherwise, their boss would come to him for trouble.

Many people say Jimmy is a madman, but Jimmy knows he isn't a madman yet; his boss is the real madman.

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

In a short time, he might have a way to raise two thousand dollars, but twenty thousand dollars was indeed a bit difficult for him, so he suddenly thought of Jobav, the banker he had extorted thirty thousand dollars from before.

What kind of bullshit banker? How dare he call himself a banker like this?

This also gave him the idea of visiting again, and now he was putting 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 big glass."

When the assistant heard this, his scalp felt slightly numb. Mr. Jobav walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, "Bring me one too, with ice cubes."

The purpose of adding ice cubes is to reduce the spicy irritation; this is also the drinking method of most people.

But no ice, and a big glass, this is not just a simple drinking habit; he is hinting at some situation.

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

Jimmy was here to look for trouble in the first place. When he heard this, he was laughing wildly inside, but on the surface, he showed a kind of fury, "Are you mocking me?"

Mr. Jobav didn't expect this son of a bitch, who was said not to have even finished high school, to be so sensitive. He immediately denied it, "How could that be?"

"It's so hot now, whether it's two dollars or twenty thousand, I can arrange for someone to take it. You don't need to brave the heat to come here."

Jimmy's eyes began to look a bit sinister, "You'd better not be mocking me, Old Joe. You know me; when I get ruthless, I'm afraid of myself!"

Mr. Jobav gave two dry laughs and didn't pick up the conversation.

At this time, the assistant walked over with a tray. There were not only drinks but also sliced bananas, apples, and cherries.

Jimmy took back the leg he had placed on the coffee table. He took a cherry and threw it into his mouth, "I'll just... pfft... tell you directly. I'm a bit tight on cash lately. Lend me another fifty thousand. I'll pay it all back to you at the end of the year."

Mr. Jobav's gaze was locked on the cherry pit he had spat onto the carpet; it was as bright as if it were wrapped in a layer of fresh blood.

The assistant immediately picked up the conversation, "Mr. Jimmy, we are also very tight on cash right now……"

Jimmy looked at him expressionlessly, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

Whether it was Mr. Jobav or the assistant, at this moment, they only had one evaluation of him: a total scoundrel!

But sometimes, when facing such a scoundrel, they had no way at all.

Mr. Jobav knew that he had to speak up at this time, "I don't have that much money, and you still owe me twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight dollars from your previous loan. Before this debt is cleared, I won't give a second loan."

After Jimmy heard this, he smiled disdainfully. He picked up the wine glass but didn't drink; instead, he looked at Mr. Jobav, "Why didn't you add ice cubes for me? Is it because you look down on me?"

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

The assistant hurriedly smoothed things over, "It's my fault. I forgot to add ice cubes for you. I'll give you……"

Jimmy threw the glass full of whiskey toward Mr. Jobav's bookcase. The glass shattered all over the floor, and even the facade of the bookcase was scratched with several marks.

Those books he had collected from all over the world, which could be called antiques, were also soaked by the whiskey.

Even Mr. Jobav himself was splashed with some alcohol.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the alcohol off his body, then looked at Jimmy with an unkind expression. Jimmy pulled a pistol from behind his waist, cocked it, then grabbed it by the barrel and slapped it onto the coffee table, pushing it toward Mr. Jobav, "I know you hate me, maybe even loathe me. Now I'll give you a chance."

"Either you pick it up and kill me."

"Or give me the money, and I'll never appear in front of you again. Pick one, Old Joe."

At this moment, Mr. Jobav, whose inner emotions were extremely turbulent, wished he could immediately raise the gun and kill this son of a bitch. He clenched his fists tightly, and the assistant hurriedly ran to his side to soothe him softly.

After a long while, he suddenly loosened his fists, "I don't have that much money."

Jimmy had a trace of a victor's joy on his face, "Thirty thousand, last time."

……

After seeing Jimmy off, Mr. Jobav, who had always maintained a suave demeanor, threw something for the first time. Although they were worthless things, it showed his anger at this moment!

The assistant scolded the employees who were trying to watch, closed the door, and returned to the room, silent.

"He will come again, and again, coming over endlessly. We can't go on like this!"

"We must fight back!"

He paced back and forth, "Find a hitman, go find me a hitman. I want to kill him. I must let people know that I am not to be trifled with!" ===== CHAPTER 68 =====