Chapter 34

"You don't even know his identity, so why would you..."

Bobby wanted to ask why Victor would have him break Derek's leg for Jack's sake when he didn't even know who Jack was.

This was undoubtedly breaking ties with The Viper Crew, even becoming mortal enemies. Was it worth it?

"Although I don't know his identity..." Victor's voice continued.

"But I know he's the one who killed Bill."

"What?"

Bobby was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Victor.

Bill's death had spread throughout the entire Viridis State.

Everyone knew about it.

To avenge him, Morgan had even issued a kill order.

However, Bobby hadn't participated in this matter because he had to manage the bar business and receive Derek.

He never expected that Jack was the one who killed Bill.

Victor wasn't surprised by Bobby's expression of utter shock.

He picked up his glass again, the amber liquid gently swirling inside, reflecting the deep coldness in his eyes.

"You need to understand, Mr. Sanchez only had Bill as his son. His love for Bill was beyond measure."

"And at Bill's funeral, Jack even sent an insulting condolence card."

"If it were anyone else, they'd probably be dead already."

"But Mr. Sanchez not only let Jack leave Bill's funeral safely, he also withdrew the kill order, and even ordered the Sanchez family members to stay away from Jack when they see him."

"The revenge of losing a son can never be swallowed."

"Yet Mr. Sanchez chose to hold back."

Victor put down his glass, his voice low, carrying a deep sense of wariness. "What does this mean? It means that in Mr. Sanchez's eyes, the threat Jack poses is far more important than losing a son, even more important than the Sanchez family's dignity."

Bobby's face instantly turned pale, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He finally understood.

Why Victor would rather offend The Viper Crew than offend Jack.

This Jack was truly terrifying, to make Mr. Sanchez set aside the revenge for his son!

"So what do we do now?"

Bobby swallowed hard, his throat feeling extremely dry.

He had actually provoked such a big shot.

Fortunately, Jack didn't hold it against him, otherwise he'd probably be a corpse by now.

"Just report it as it is. I believe Mr. Sanchez will understand us." Victor said calmly.

"Yes."

Bobby nodded respectfully.

"Also." Victor looked up.

"To prevent this kind of thing from happening again, you should send out Jack's description and let everyone below recognize his face." Victor drained his glass, his tone stern. "From now on in Viridis State, when they see him, they should be as respectful as if they were seeing Mr. Sanchez himself."

"I understand, Mr. Morris." Bobby nodded solemnly.

The black car stopped in front of the military camp.

Jack opened the door and picked up Sophia. Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, then she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing Sophia saw was Jack's strong face, which looked particularly gentle under the lights.

Sophia was stunned for a moment before reacting. "Jack..."

"Sorry, I fell asleep just now."

Sophia got down from Jack's arms, rubbing her eyes a bit embarrassedly, her voice carrying the soft sweetness and apology of someone just woken up.

Jack looked at her, his eyes full of affection. "Alright, you should head back now."

As he spoke, Jack gently patted Sophia's head.

"OK."

Sophia nodded, then looked past Jack to Abby in the car and waved lightly. "Abby, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Sophia."

Abby also smiled and waved.

After Sophia entered the military camp, Jack returned to the car.

The door closed.

The car, which had been somewhat warm, instantly returned to its cold atmosphere.

Jack leaned back in his seat, turned his head to look at Abby sitting on the other side, his voice returning to its usual indifference:

"Address."

Abby was momentarily stunned by this sudden coldness, then quickly came to her senses and gave an address.

"Joseph," Jack said flatly.

Joseph immediately nodded respectfully, and the car started moving again.

In the car.

Abby looked at the man beside her. In the dim light, Jack's chiseled profile looked particularly cold and stern, his deep eyes half-closed as if resting, his whole body radiating an unapproachable distance.

This dangerous yet charming aura made Abby's heart beat uncontrollably faster.

She bit her lower lip and leaned left, inching closer to Jack bit by bit.

As she approached, a faint scent of perfume spread through the air, mingling with the car's originally cold atmosphere.

Jack still didn't open his eyes, as if completely unaware of the movement beside him.

Just as they were about to touch, Jack suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her sideways.

"What are you trying to do?" Jack's voice rang out flatly, without any warmth, like ice shards in the dead of winter.

"Nothing." Abby shrank back awkwardly.

However, a sly look quickly appeared in her eyes again.

Abby looked at Jack and said, "Don't think your identity is so mysterious. I know what you do."

At these words, Jack became interested.

"Is that so?"

Jack leaned lazily against his seat, arms crossed, looking at Abby unhurriedly. "Then tell me, what's my identity?"

Abby's lips curved slightly upward as she looked at Jack, her eyes carrying a hint of confidence.

"Eric and those people can't tell what's special about this car, but I can."

Abby extended her slender finger, lightly tapping the seemingly ordinary leather armrest inside the car door, her tone carrying some pride. "This is no ordinary car, not even comparable to those so-called top luxury cars on the market."

Jack still leaned against the backrest, his expression calm, as if what Abby was saying was just an insignificant matter. "Then tell me, what's so special about this car?"

Abby took a deep breath and said seriously, "This car uses the world's most advanced nanotechnology and armor technology. The suspension system is also aerospace-grade. As far as I know, there are currently only two such cars in our country."

"One of them is the President's car."

"To ride in the same car as the President, Mr. Carter, I think your identity is obvious."

"You're that recently decorated three-star general whose identity wasn't made public!" Abby looked at Jack with absolute certainty.