Chapitre 115: The Virtuoso

"It's not bad. Thank you for your hard work. I've already transferred the rest of the project to your company's account."

Jack, who was 16 years old, was dressed like an elite in the workplace. He wore a neat handmade suit and black shiny leather shoes. He had combed his hair into a neat manner and applied subtle makeup on his tender skin.

Combined with those deep, fierce eyes, no one could associate him with the child who had wrestled with the gangsters in his school uniform months ago.

His leather shoes stepped on the mahogany floor as he sized up the small and elegant tailor shop. His footsteps sounded rhythmic.

In the attic, Greedy Wolf No. 1, Wu Jinbao, a middle-aged man who had lost his wife and children after his business went bankrupt, sounded in the ears of the renovation workers.

With a look of respect, he watched Jack walk to the second floor of the attic, his hand clutching the handle.

Jack looked at the workers and smiled.