Mr. Jonas, you are truly remarkable

The sudden turn of events left everyone present somewhat confused, and the leading gang member stared blankly at the young man coming through the door.

After a moment, he seemed to come to his senses and cursed:

"Who are you, and who gave you the right to barge in here? Don't you know this place ...!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the young man next to him, who called himself Mr. Selka, interrupted him with a scowl which surprised the gang leader and said:

"Jonas Veiteng, what are you doing here ...?"

This face was very familiar to him, or rather, the surname Veiteng was known in all twenty-six districts.

The Veiteng Consortium, which was larger than the Bond group behind him, was known throughout the area. Although he wasn't sure why the other party showed up here, he didn't dare to insult the young man in front of him.

"I was just walking around, I didn't expect to hear anything interesting."

Jonas smiled and looked at the purple-haired girl squatting on the ground next to him. When she met Jonas' gaze, she backed away like a startled rabbit, lowering her head and avoiding eye contact.

"The Bond consortium involved in human trafficking?"

Selka's face darkened even more at these words.

Of course he didn't believe the blatant lies of his counterpart, especially as Jonas' last part of the sentence had already revealed his true intentions.

-He had come for him.

When Selka realized this, he no longer accused the other, but smiled coldly and said:

"Don't kid me, Jonas. What do you want?"

The gang leader next to him also recognized the identity of the man in front of him when he heard Selka address him and felt a wave of fear after his impulsive behavior.

He was aware of the weight that the name Veiteng Consortium represented, a gang leader who controlled Flower Street with a snap of his fingers and could easily destroy him.

Not daring to interfere in the conversation between the two, he simply stood silently by and felt remorseful.

Originally, he just wanted to please the second young master of the Bond Consortium, but who would have thought that he'd be dragged into the confrontation between these heirs of the consortiums.

Jonas naturally sat down on the sofa opposite Selka and spoke calmly and collectedly:

"It's not about what I want to do, Mr. Selka, but you need to understand what you're doing."

He leaned his hand on the table, looked Selka in the eye and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"According to Article 321 of the Security Bureau's Constitution, persons aren't allowed to modify and trade sex dolls in private. Those who violate this can be sentenced to more than ten years in prison."

As Jonas spoke, he glanced at the gang leader standing next to Selka, causing her to shudder involuntarily. Jonas' next words were even more frightening.

He took out a small chip and said:

"All relevant evidence and transaction processes have been recorded by me. What do you think will happen when this video is leaked to the peacekeepers?"

Selka's face grew even uglier at these words.

For the Bond Consortium, this was only a minor inconvenience. Even if this document reached the peacekeepers, it wouldn't cause a big stir. After all, such incidents weren't uncommon, and the peacekeepers had no reason to insult the Bond Consortium over such things.

But if the Veiteng Consortium got involved, it would be a different story.

Countless media would report on this scandal and the peacekeepers would be under pressure to investigate the matter.

The Bond Consortium would lose a lot of resources from this incident, and Selka, the instigator, might lose his competitiveness as an heir.

It was clearly a naked threat.

"I don't think your Veiteng Consortium is clean."

Selka gritted her teeth and spoke unwillingly.

Jonas smiled at these words, his smile somewhat ironic.

"I'm not denying it."

Selka took a deep breath and said:

"What do you want?"

He realized that if the other had been sneaking around him for so long, he wanted something from him.

In other words, the current situation wasn't so bad, at least there was still a chance to negotiate.

"You should be familiar with the situation on Alt Street, Mr. Selka, shouldn't you?"

Selka frowned: "I know, so what?"

"You also know that the Veiteng Consortium has been in trouble lately because of the Fate Organization's actions."

Jonas said regretfully, "And as far as I know, there should be a trading relationship between the Bond Consortium and the Doom Organization."

Selka's pupils contracted at these words, for she couldn't imagine that the other party knew of such things.

His instinctive reaction was that there was a mole in the company.

After realizing this, he pretended to be calm and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mr. Selka is in no hurry to deny it. You should know that since I dared to say such words, I must have already received proof."

Jonas spoke calmly, but his calm narrative put Selka under considerable pressure.

"The nature of your trade does not interest me, and I am prepared to believe that the Bond consortium was not involved in the Alt Street riots."

He raised his head and looked Selka in the eye:

"But the Bond Consortium should realize that it's not a good idea to get involved in this matter at this time."

Selka's expression was a little ugly. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision and said:

"I understand."

He had understood Jonas's intentions perfectly. The other party wanted the Bond Consortium to break the supply chain of trade with the Destiny Organization.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

When Jonas heard that, he smiled, then stood up, looked at the girl squatting next to him and said:

"Can I take the girl too? Is that a problem?"

It seemed as if the purple-haired girl's body tightened at Jonas' words.

When this happened, Selka had no intention of going any further, waving her hand and not stopping him.

Aphrael, who was standing behind Jonas, looked at him with a strange expression in her eyes and could not help but mumble to herself.

--So the purpose of drunkenness is not in the wine after all...

Indeed, Mr. Jonas, you are truly remarkable.