This tone exuded a certain disdain.
"My wife has already gone to bed," James Black explained, then shared the text message Jane Sampson had received on her mobile phone and his suspicions.
Old Master Black suddenly shifted from his previously indifferent demeanor.
"I understand, hold the other party off for two days, and Iāll arrange for a female soldier to pretend to be your wife. After all, the person sending the text messages doesnāt know who your wife is, itās all about deceiving them."
"Indeed, I also want to know who dares to scheme behind my back like this," James Black said in a menacing tone, "Then Iāll stall for two days."
After hanging up the phone, James Black used Jane Sampsonās mobile phone to send a text message to that personāāI am currently out of town and wonāt be back for two days. Tell me how much money you want. As long as it can be settled with money, itās no big deal here. I only have one request, just donāt let him die, I donāt want to be a widow at such a young age.
The tone was utterly arrogant, painting the speaker as haughty, dismissive, and somewhat superficial.
After sending the text, James Black was ready to go back to rest.
It was just a bit unexpected that the reply came so quickly.
āāThen wait for your two days. If you let a third person know about this matter, you might as well prepare to be a widow.
James Black scoffed and casually placed the mobile phone on the sofa before returning to bed to rest early with his young wife.
The next day, a little past 8 oāclock, James Black left the hotel with Jane Sampson, heading straight to an inconspicuous rental house without going elsewhere.
Brooke Blackās subordinate was already there, pressing down Charles Young, the man in the video.
Although Charles Young had spent the past two days enjoying good food and drink and playing cards with companions, the money was not his to last as his lifestyle remained coarse, so he didnāt plan on moving to another place.
Thus, even now as he was caught and pressed to the ground, shouting for mercy, there was still nobody around to hear him.
When James Black entered wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses, Charles Young was already begging for forgiveness on the ground.
After entering, James Black directly picked a chair, placed it next to Jane Sampson and stood silently by her side, waving at Brooke Blackās subordinate, who then stepped even harder on Charles Youngās foot.
"Still not willing to talk?" James Black asked.
"The boneās too tough," the man replied coldly.
"If itās tough, break it piece by piece, and without bones, naturally, itāll soften," James Black said, taking a fruit knife from his pocket and toying with it in his palm, "Itās been a long time since Iāve loosened someoneās bones, so Iām not sure if my skills are still smooth. If itās not, it might take a long time to pick apart those bones, and itāll hurt too."
A man whose hand had fired real guns and been stained with real blood, with just one sentence could suffocate others with his presence.
Seeing the difference between this man and the one stepping on him, and thinking about his bones being methodically removed after seeing the fruit knife, Charles Young felt pain all over his body.
"Iāll talk, Iāll talk!" Charles Young couldnāt hold out much longer and shouted, "A woman paid me to wait in the hotel room for another woman and even gave me a camera and taught me how to use it."