Chapter 171: Praying for Blake's Kindness

Holding a sandwich, he listened to Hobbs and Montbat cheerfully discussing the mysterious Mr. Black. The three of them first recalled their acquaintance, familiarity, and bond with Paul—ugh!

No matter how they thought about it, it seemed impossible that Paul was deceiving them. If he said there were recruitment opportunities here, then there must be!

But thinking back on their frustrating experiences at Black Bank over the past two days, the beautiful teller did indeed ask other employees in front of them, but the final result was always that there were no job openings.

The feeling that they might be doing some shady work for a powerful local boss was becoming increasingly intense and unsettling.

Even the previously excited and fearless chubby Gab now trembled slightly as he bit into his delicious sandwich.

Movies are one thing, but encountering such a situation in reality, who could stay calm?!

What if they were hired to do something illegal, and then got disposed of afterward?

Mr. Black, mentioned incessantly by Hobbs and Montbat, seemed to worm his way into their minds. Trying not to think about it was impossible. The more they thought, the more they feared, and the more their teeth chattered.

"Are you grinding your teeth? Not feeling well?"

Hearing the grinding sounds, Hobbs couldn't help but turn and glare at them. What kind of habit was this? Grinding teeth while eating? And all three at once?!

"Ah?! Sorry, sorry, we're... we're a bit nervous."

Seeing the three's cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof expressions, Montbat secretly found it amusing. These three looked like good students, well-behaved kids; this must be their first time in such a shady place.

Some nervousness was expected, but their reaction was so exaggerated that Montbat could only think these guys were timid nerds.

"Hey, by the way, you mentioned someone recommended you to come work for Douglas. Where exactly? We don't have any big enterprises here; I forgot to ask earlier."

Hobbs, like Montbat, sensing that they were good kids, sighed and tried to change the subject to distract them.

But the moment he asked, the three got even more nervous.

They looked at each other, exchanged frantic glances, but said nothing. This reaction was abnormal!

A normal person, realizing they'd been duped about a job, would curse or shout, not act so evasively.

"Speak! Why are you here? Who sent you, and where were you supposed to go?"

Noticing the obvious abnormality, Hobbs slammed the table and shouted angrily.

"B-B-Black... Bank."

Under extreme tension, Gab blurted out their secret when Hobbs startled him.

Strangely, as soon as the name "Black Bank" was mentioned, Hobbs's hostility lessened, suspicion creeping onto his face, and the bald, gangster-looking guy beside him also eyed them curiously.

"You're really here for Black Bank? Then how did you end up like this, unable to afford bread?"

"W-We... When we got to Black Bank, they... they said they weren't hiring."

Seeing Gab spill the beans, Jon had no choice but to continue, bracing himself. Whatever the future held, at least for now, things seemed manageable. After all, there were still police officers present, right?

Even someone who operates in both legal and illegal spheres has to maintain appearances!

"Montbat, do you know anything about this?"

"Not sure which area they're talking about, but Mr. Black has been short on people lately."

"So, what do we do with them? They're out of money for lodging, and our station can't..."

"I'll take them back for now. Tomorrow, I'll ask my brother to call Mr. Black. There's still some room in Havana; they can stay there tonight."

"Great, thanks!"

Huh? Huh? Huh?!

Jon, who was just thinking things couldn't get too bad with police around, suddenly realized they were being handed over to this bald guy?!

This bald guy didn't look like a good person at all!

"Stay here. Montbat will arrange a place for you. As for tomorrow, if you're not here to work for Mr. Black, you'd better pray for his kindness."

In the future, Hobbs swore that his words were merely meant to suggest: if you're not here to work for Carter, then pray he shows some kindness and gives you some money to go home.

But in the current context, to Jon and his friends, it sounded more like: Montbat will take you to meet Mr. Black, see if you're useful, and if not, you won't see another sunrise.

As Hobbs grabbed his hat and left, the bar was nearing closing time. When the terrified trio snapped back to reality, they saw the bar patrons leaving one by one.

And there, at the door, the bald guy was waving at them.

"Run?"

"Where to?"

Shaking, Jon moved to the bar door, seeing a fleet of Harley motorcycles sealing off any escape routes. His heart sank.

"Why are you dawdling? Not tired? Get on the bikes!"

Urged by Montbat's scolding, the three reluctantly climbed onto separate motorcycles. Soon, the Harley convoy roared off. Gripping the leather jacket of the burly man in front, Jon gave up all hope.

They were really on a pirate ship! Paul, you tricked me!

When the convoy arrived at a repair shop yard, under the dim night, they saw many burly men, covered in red stains, disembarking from a van.

The two groups of burly men greeted each other warmly:

"Finished the job?"

"Yes! It was simple, just a couple of swipes, and done."

"Hahaha, good, keep at it. Once we finish over there, our pay goes up! Oh, the highway business is so tempting!"

What?! This gang is so brutal?! Do they kill everyone to take over the market?!

Watching the two groups laugh and gesture, Jon and his friends recalled Hobbs's words again:

Pray for Mr. Black's kindness!