In the house, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa.

He looked to be around forty years of age and was slightly chubby. He wore a vest and had a Green Dragon tattoo on his arm. He was toying with two walnuts in his hands.

“Move.”

The mercenaries pressed their firearms against the trio.

They walked forward.

“Sit.”

In a black vest and fiddling with two walnuts in his hand, the middle-aged, chubby man pointed at the sofa.

James glanced at him and seated himself.

Henry and Scarlett sat on his sides.

Although they had taken their seats, the mercenaries did not leave and were still pointing their firearms at them.

James calmly asked, “Are you Jake Graham, the Boss everyone’s talking about?”

The man said nothing and cast a glance at a man in a hood behind him.

The man in the hood understood immediately and brought a laptop.

The man in the black vest pointed at the laptop and said, “Swiss Bank. Make your transfer. I’ll give you the information immediately upon transfer.”

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