Winner Takes All

Night fell.

The lights were lit.

When Jack arrived at Tyson Hotel, the parking lot had already been packed with luxury cars.

The waiter led the way to Montemar Box.

There were two strong-built young men in suits, leather shoes and sunglasses at the door of Montemar Box.

The two turned around and opened the door when they saw Jack.

Jack heard the music played by Chinese Zither.

He rubbed his nose and smiled. "Ambush on all sides?"

There were fake rocks and ponds in Montemar Box. The mist was lingering, like a fairyland.

The place smelled like sandalwood.

It looked ancient and elegant.

At a big round table, a middle-aged bald man in a suit and sunglasses was sitting on the host seat with an indifferent expression.

There were two young men in the same suits, leather shoes and sunglasses behind him.

Jack's eyes fell on the bald man, suddenly burst into laughter. "Wearing sunglasses at night, don't you think it's dark, Mr. Chou?" "It's none of your business, Mr. Hughes."

Drago took off his sunglasses. He glared at Jack with fierce eyes, and casually pointed. "Have a seat, Mr. Hughes."

The position he pointed was right next to the door. According to the dining etiquette, it was considered to be the lowest status.

Jack smiled indifferently, knowing that it was a treacherous dinner, and the background music was "Ambush on Ten Sides". He really didn't expect Drago to be very nice. After he was seated.

Drago raised his hand and made a request gesture. "Eat."

"Sure."

Jack picked up the chopsticks and was about to reach out to the dish in front of him.

The rotating tray was suddenly turned by Drago.

Jack frowned and looked at Drago.

"Oh, I forgot you were going for the dish."

Drago made the hand gesture again. "Go ahead."

A head-on blow?

Jack reached out again to the dish in front of him.

The second time Drago intended to turn the rotating tray, Jack pressed his left hand on the tray, making him impossible to move.

Facing Drago's angry gaze, he calmly put the food into his mouth.

"The dishes that Mr. Chou ordered cheers me up."

He seemed to be laughing, but the provocative tone hit Drago hard.

Drago looked upset with a cold smile. "Good, I was worried that you aren't able to finish all this."

"You haven't had dinner with me before, Mr. Chou. How can you be so sure?" Jack raised his eyebrows.

Drago smiled disdainfully and leaned back on the chair.

"Aren't you afraid to die at a young age to eat too much?"

Before Jack could answer, Drago rubbed his nose and said with a self-deprecating smile.

"I'm starting to live like old times. After competing with Aiden for so many years, his former henchman, can actually have dinner with me. And was ballsy enough to press my table!" Jack smiled without answering him.

Instead, he slowly turned the rotating tray, picking up the food casually.

Drago snapped immediately when he saw what was happening.

He punched the table, causing the plates and dishes clanging.

"I haven't seen people as supercilious as you in my entire life!" He said angrily.

Jack put down his chopsticks calmly, leaned back on the chair, and shrugged. "There is no law against being supercilious, right?"

"Haha... good, very good. You have the guts, Jack!"

Drago smiled, gritted his teeth and gave Jack a thumbs up. "I am not talking bullshit with you. Being able to have dinner with me is your capability. Getting Aiden's support is also your capability. But you came over to my place and broke my cousin's leg. That was on you!"

Sitting still on the 'throne' relied on his ruthless means.

Over the years, he has played dirty countless times.

At least in Drago's mind, Aiden was the only one who can compete with him in the real estate industry!

But Jack showed up out of nowhere, making such a big scene at his construction site.

This was a heavy blow to him!

Even Aiden wouldn't dare to do so.

However.

Jack suddenly lifted his right hand to stop Drago.

"I'm terribly sorry about your cousin's leg. But your cousin and henchmen's blood has stained my suit. Are you going to pay me for this suit first?"

His tone was calm, as if the suit really meant a lot to him.

Drago was confused.

This kid was way too arrogant!

Drago suddenly started laughing after looking dull for a while.

Clap...

He clapped three times.

Just then, the two young men who originally stood behind him, and the two who stood outside the door, were all surrounding Jack.

Rapid footsteps came from the corridor outside.

A dozen strong young men in suits, leather shoes and sunglasses rushed in.

Killing vibes were in the air!

The atmosphere seemed to be freezing.

Drago smiled disdainfully, stared at Jack and said. "I will break your leg, then I will pay you for the suit. No, make it two!"

"Sure."

Jack smiled coldly, with his eyes flashing sharply.

Almost at the same time, he abruptly stood up. He smashed on the two closest people after grabbing the two plates on the table.

He then grabbed a chair and swept the crowd, forcing everyone to step back.

"Damn, no wonder Diego was beat up. Turns out the kid was a tough dude!"

Drago was taken aback but sat down right afterwards. He then took out a cigar, lit it and exhaled the smoke at the same time. "I want this kid on the ground with a broken leg when I finish this cigar!" He said. The gestures were completely mafia boss' style.

But as soon as he stopped.

Drago's face turned pale.

After Jack forced the henchmen stepping back, he suddenly jumped on the table, and rushed straight to Drago like lightning.

"Holy cow! Stop him!"

Drago dropped his cigar in panic, wanting to dodge.

But the henchmen were all in hurry and confusion, and they were struggling to stop Jack.

Jack moved so fast that he managed to step in front of Drago in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

He kicked on Drago's chest.

Just then, he turned around, grabbed a small knife on the table and rushed directly to Drago who was still on the ground.

Puff!

The knife was stabbed into Drago's thigh, and blood was flowing.

"Ouch!"

Everyone in the box could hear Drago's scream.

The severe pain was twisting Drago's facial features, and his body couldn't help shaking. His hands were firmly pressing the wound.

The henchmen were all dumbfounded.

No one had expected that Jack would be so decisively cruel.

It seemed that Jack had been planning from long ago. There was no hesitation at all!

"Well, well. What are you flaunting?"

Jack's smile was extremely cold, giving the henchmen the creeps.

While speaking, Jack held the knife in his right hand and slowly turned inside Drago's wound.

"Ouch...stop, stop right there..."

Drago's face turned pale, and his body was twitching. Even though his hands were grabbing Jack's wrist, he still couldn't stop the knife from turning in his flesh.

"So, can you pay me for my suit now?" Jack looked indifferent and said seriously.