Chapter 57

Jack's flirtatious teasing made Diana blush with embarrassment, yet she was helpless to respond.

From Sean's attitude, she could tell that Jack's identity was definitely not simple.

As Jack walked out of the police station, Joseph was already waiting outside respectfully.

When he saw Jack come out, Joseph bowed his head and said, "I apologize, General. This was our oversight."

"It's fine." Jack waved his hand dismissively, pulled open the car door, and got into the back seat.

Joseph quickly walked around the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, and started the heavily modified black sedan.

The car's soundproofing was excellent, instantly blocking out the noise outside the police station.

"General," Joseph said while skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel into traffic, reporting through the rearview mirror, "the person who planted the drugs in your car, we've handed him over to the police. But that guy's tough, still shouting that he's with the 'Viper Gang' and telling us to watch out."

"Viper Gang...?" Jack leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, frowning slightly, seeming to have some memory of this gang.

"That gang from Veridian?"

Joseph glanced at Jack through the rearview mirror, nodded, and explained, "That's right. They started in Veridian, originally a drug lord operation based around Majestic City. Their leader is a guy named Rafi Cook. These people built their empire on controlling drug trafficking and smuggling in the early years. Their methods are extremely brutal, and they've got connections in both the underworld and with authorities. Originally, their territory was just around the Veridian border, but surprisingly, in just a few years, their reach has quietly extended into Viridis State."

He went on. Joseph looked at Jack. "General, do you need me to take people and raid their hideout?"

For ordinary people, drug lords were ruthless and absolutely not to be provoked.

But for Jack, taking them down was as simple as giving the order.

"No need. Let the DEA handle them."

Jack shook his head.

Although these drug lords were despicable, if Jack took action, it would be overstepping his bounds.

After all, this kind of thing wasn't his responsibility.

"Understood." Joseph got the message, said no more, and focused on driving the vehicle into the flow of traffic.

Meanwhile, back at the police station, only after Jack's car completely disappeared from the entrance did Sean feel that suffocating sense of pressure finally lift.

He gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a breath of relief.

Beside him, Diana watched Sean constantly wiping away sweat, her heart full of resentment and confusion.

"Mr. Flower, I don't understand." Diana bit her red lips, her voice trembling slightly. "Even if he has powerful connections, we can't just let a suspect go like that. That package of drugs was solid evidence!"

"Evidence? What evidence?" Chief Sean glared at her irritably, as if looking at a child who didn't understand. "That package had nothing but that punk's fingerprints on it, totally clean. And the surveillance proved that the punk voluntarily threw the package into Mr. Carter's car. Diana, you almost caused a huge disaster! If I hadn't answered that phone call quickly, everyone in our station would be unemployed tomorrow!"

Sean took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly.

But he still looked at Diana with lingering fear. "Do you know who that person who came to pick him up was?"

"Do you know who called me?"

"Who?"

Diana looked up and asked.

"That person is called Joseph. He's the commander of the special forces unit stationed in Viridis State."

At these words, Diana's expression froze. The commander of the special forces?

For someone like that to personally come pick him up meant Jack's position was even higher than his.

"And there's more."

Before Diana could recover from her shock, Sean continued, "That phone call just now was from the governor himself."

As he spoke, Sean swallowed nervously, then looked at Diana earnestly. "Diana, I know you hate evil, and you're good at your job. But the world is a big place, and there are things you are better off staying away from. What happened tonight, keep it to yourself. From now on, if you see that Mr. Carter, take a detour. Understand?"

Diana fell silent, but her mind kept replaying Jack's eyes, dark and unreadable, and that teasing remark he made before leaving.

Diana clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. Being completely out of control and seeing how easily he saw through her gave the usually proud woman an unprecedented sense of defeat.

"I'll remember." After a long while, Diana squeezed these words out through gritted teeth. But deep in those beautiful eyes, there was no submission; instead, an even more intense fire burned.

This matter wasn't over.

She would definitely find something on Jack. She wanted to see just what this guy's real identity was.

That night, Jack had just fallen asleep when a cold gleam flashed, and a knife glinting with cold light silently pressed against his neck.

A moment later, Jack slowly opened his eyes.

Faced with this sudden threat to his life, Jack didn't panic as an ordinary person would. He simply looked up at the person before him.

His voice cold as ice, he said, "What, do you really think I won't kill you? And you dare come again?"

In front of Jack stood a woman in black skintight ninja clothing.

It was Freya, who had tried to assassinate him before.

She still wore her signature black ninja outfit, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold as a frozen pond. The short blade in her hand pressed steadily against Jack's carotid artery, just half an inch more, and it could instantly slit Jack's throat.

Freya's eyes stared intently at Jack, only to find that even in this moment, he remained completely unfazed.

A trace of embarrassed anger appeared in Freya's eyes.

The next moment, Freya made an unexpected move.

She turned the short blade in her hand around, offering the handle to Jack.

"What are you doing?"

Jack frowned slightly and asked.

"My father told me to give this to you."

Freya's voice was cold and clear, but carried a hint of unwillingness.

This was no ordinary knife.

Its name was Soultaker.

It was the treasured heirloom of the Kogara school, extremely powerful, able to cut through steel as if it were paper.

At the same time, it was also the symbol of leadership.

Only successive leaders could possess it.

And Freya's lifelong dream was to become its owner.

But now, her father had told her to give this knife to Jack, which meant her father was handing over the entire Kogara school to Jack.

From now on, Jack would be the leader of the Kogara school, and all the ninjas of the Kogara school would have to follow his orders.

This left Freya both shocked and confused.

She didn't understand why her father would hand over the entire Kogara school to someone from Marigoldia to manage, or what connection Jack had with their Kogara school.

"Soultaker?"

Looking at the knife in Freya's hand, Jack was slightly stunned.