Chapter 122
Jones did not know the current situation his brother was facing, but he could guess. None of those shareholders operated in the interest of Sterling in the first place. Keith was the only one who took leeches for allies. But Jones was not prepared to intervene so quickly.
At this time, he lay decadently in a bar pretending to down his sorrow in beer, but in reality, the beer was mixed with water, and most of the time, it could not get him drunk while maintaining a slight red flush to his face.
The reason he came to this bar was because he knew it was one of the places where his targets often held meetings, and he was simply waiting for them to appear.
It had been several hours, and there were countless beer bottles scattered around him, and he would occasionally curse and mumble, then stumble back. Even if no one was watching, he kept his performance consistent and did not slack off.