Chapter 30

"I want to leave. You think you can stop me?"

Hearing Jack's words.

Bobby's face froze.

Arrogant.

Incredibly arrogant.

Those words were like an invisible slap across the face, striking Bobby hard and making his already gloomy expression turn even uglier in an instant.

On his turf, under the power of the Sanchez family, someone actually dared to say such things to him?

Unforgivable!

"Good, good, good!"

Bobby said "good" three times in a row, and with each word, his expression grew darker.

He looked at Jack, his eyes ice-cold. "You think you're so tough?"

"I'd like to see just how tough you really are!"

With that.

Bobby turned to one of his men and said, "Call everyone. Get all the bar's security up here."

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate immediately pulled out his pager and started making calls.

Seeing this, Sophia's expression tightened, and her hand gripping Jack's began to sweat.

"Jack..." Sophia's voice trembled slightly as she looked up, her clear eyes filled with worry. "Maybe... should we call the police? Don't go head-to-head with them."

Sophia didn't know exactly how terrifying the Sanchez family was, but she could tell these weren't good people. She didn't want Jack to be in danger because of her.

At the same time, Sophia blamed herself for being too impulsive earlier. If she hadn't insisted on standing up to them, Jack wouldn't have gotten into this confrontation trying to protect her.

Looking at Sophia's anxious face, Jack squeezed her hand back, transmitting a calming strength to her.

"Don't be afraid," his voice was soft but carried a reassuring power.

Then.

Jack looked at Bobby. "Go ahead and call them."

"Hope you get more people. Perfect warm-up for me."

Hearing this, Bobby's face turned extremely ugly. Derek was still watching—he couldn't let himself look weak. He whipped his head toward the subordinate using the pager. "Hurry up! Get everyone up here! Today I'm going to show him who's really in charge here!"

"Yes, boss!" The subordinate responded meekly, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Time passed second by second, and the atmosphere in the private room grew oppressively tense.

The sound of the top-floor elevator opening kept echoing.

Each time the elevator opened, a large group of people walked out.

Soon.

The entire private room, inside and out, was packed with people.

Every one of them was built strong and looked like trouble. They were all Bobby's men, all enforcers.

Seeing these fierce-looking thugs, Eric, Kelly, and the others all huddled in the corner, trembling and not daring to breathe.

Seeing that enough people had arrived.

Bobby's lips curled up slightly in a smug, sinister smile as he looked at Jack and asked, "Are these enough?"

"If not, I can call more?"

Jack scanned the room, and the smile on his face only grew wider, as if the sea of people before him were nothing but lambs to the slaughter.

"Barely enough, I guess."

Jack said casually.

Hearing this, Bobby's mouth twitched. He hadn't expected the guy to still be this arrogant at this point.

This wasn't just arrogance anymore.

This was completely disregarding him.

"Fine. Hope your bones are as hard as your mouth."

Just as Bobby was about to wave his hand and order his enforcers to deal with Jack.

"Boss."

A subordinate suddenly rushed to Bobby's ear and said urgently, "Mr. Morris is here."

"What?"

Bobby's expression changed dramatically.

Though he was considered one of Morgan's trusted men.

He was nowhere near Victor's level.

Within the Sanchez family, Victor was like a strategist, a close confidant of Morgan. His status was much higher than Bobby's.

Bobby knew Victor was coming today, probably for the collaboration with The Viper Crew.

"Quick, come with me to greet Mr. Morris."

Bobby couldn't be bothered with dealing with Jack anymore.

However.

Before he could move.

The top-floor elevator opened.

A middle-aged man in a white suit, his hair impeccably groomed, stepped out. The man had refined features and a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were sharp as a hawk's—wherever his gaze swept, no one dared meet it.

It was Victor.

Behind him followed several bodyguards in black, each one powerfully built, with obvious bulges at their waists—clearly carrying guns.

"Mr. Morris."

Seeing Victor emerge from the elevator, Bobby took a deep breath, put on an ingratiating smile, and hurried forward. "What brings you here?"

Victor ignored Bobby's greeting and instead looked at the crowd packed inside and outside the private room.

Frowning, he asked, "What's going on here?"

"Where's Mr. Ford?"

"Well..."

Bobby's expression grew awkward. "There's been a bit of an incident. Mr. Ford was attacked, and I'm handling it."

Bobby explained everything that had happened.

"Is that so?"

Victor's interest was piqued.

"Someone actually has that much nerve? I'd really like to meet them."

"It's him."

Bobby stepped aside and pointed at Jack.

Victor followed Bobby's finger.

His gaze pierced through the layers of the crowd, finally settling on the young man standing with his hands in his pockets, looking completely calm.

Jack didn't avoid Victor's gaze. Instead, he met his eyes directly, the corners of his mouth curling up in an ambiguous smile.

"It's him!"

The moment Victor saw Jack's face clearly.

His expression changed dramatically.

His pupils contracted sharply.

The eyes that had been looking down on everything now seemed to have seen something terribly frightening, instantly losing all their arrogance, replaced by a bone-deep terror.

Victor unconsciously swallowed, and his body began to tremble imperceptibly.

"Mr. Morris, what's wrong?"

Bobby keenly noticed Victor's strange reaction and couldn't help asking.

Victor ignored Bobby.

He even roughly pushed him aside, his steps somewhat frantic as he rushed through the crowd, half-running toward Jack. However, about five feet away from Jack, he stopped abruptly.

Victor took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and then he did something that left everyone present completely stunned.

This trusted confidant of Morgan, this major figure with significant influence in the Sanchez family, actually bowed to Jack.

His movement was perfectly executed, his posture humble, his voice reverent. "Mr. Carter, hello!"