Jasper slipped the phone into his pocket and looked at Paul, who was approaching with a group of armed men.
"Hey, my friend. I didn't make you wait for me for a long time, did I?" Paul smirked and extended his hand in a gesture of friendship, but Jasper ignored it, choosing instead to walk away and display the weapons.
Paul sighed and drew his hand back, his eyes gleaming with greed as he looked at the fully loaded truck.
Jasper halted his steps near a crate and signaled for Michael to open it.
The crate was opened, revealing rows of sleek, high-powered firearms. Paul's eyes widened with avarice as he examined the weapons, his mind racing with the possibilities. He could picture himself as the new don, ruling the criminal underworld with an iron fist. Even Sebastian, the current kingpin, would have to bow down to him.
A predatory grin was etched on Paul's face as he eyed the minimal security around the truck, his confidence bolstered.