Which One Is The Real Matteo
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jack stared coldly at the quaint door before him. He had chosen to wait, so he would not say anything more.
If Matteo had made him wait for nothing, Jack would make his casino disappear from this world.
Bosco could not help but shiver when he noticed Jack's icy cold gaze. Jack's gaze often had some murderous intent.
Jack took the cup of tea and took a sip. He had been through many great storms. His title "Marshal Azure" would be in vain if he was easily intimidated by a local tyrant in this place.
After several minutes, the door pushed open. Four bald-headed men entered. "Are you looking for Mr. Mosher?" they asked.
When their eyes met Jack's, one of the bald-headed men snorted disdainfully.
Jack ignored the small fries' arrogance. After all, they were as weak as ants. Jack could drive them to death with just a flick of his finger.