A Graduation Gift

This was all the more reason why it was uncanny how they had failed to find who their rival was this time. What kind of enemy could hide itself so carefully?

Charlie strode back and forth in his office with his hands clasped behind his back. His frame gave off an oppressive air to people around him.

Then, his head shot up, and everyone held their breath at the movement. "Did you ever contact Clark?"

He suddenly asked his assistant, his eyebrows knitted in question.

"Mr. Ke, Mr. Ji has been out for quite some time now, and we couldn't contact him,"

The assistant replied carefully, his voice trembling as he watched Charlie's face warily, searching for signs of another outburst.

"This is ridiculous!" Charlie roared. "His father had entrusted the group to him, but where is he now when he is needed?"

Charlie cast a stern glance at his assistant, his frustration boiling inside him. The son of the former president fell a long way off from his expectations.

When his father passed away, Clark was next in line to his father's position. He was supposed to handle everything in the group, but he failed to act like a proper owner. This young man had never taken his job seriously, and he was nowhere to be found when something happened, not to mention being dependable enough to solve problems. Charlie was the second in command and had to clean up after his mess, taking charge of everything, bustling to and fro and bearing all hardships without any complaint.

Had Clark not been the son of the former president, he would have been thrown out long ago.

the other day. I've been wondering whether I should tell

at Charlie with hesitation. From his face, Charlie had a foreboding sense that things

it's something you can take care of, then don't bother. Do I always have to

disappointment. His assistant had no conviction of his own. It seemed that he had

that he was contacting the Thai, and was having close relations to firearms merchants in Thailand recently," he finished.

his skin pale despite the

those gangsters, and once they had established a connection with him, it would be difficult to

the news again and again. Solid evidence piled up until it was impossible to deny the truth. He contacted them multiple times. With

into the assistant's eyes. His eyes were stormy and

anything to do with them. They were notorious for under-the-table deals, and they had no qualms when it came to dirty business, as

terrible thing of all

he was also

the group's founding, the members had laid down strict rules for training newcomers. Anyone who wanted to be a member needed to undergo a stringent review

was an

of the group, he looked down at everyone else, except for his father and Charlie. Having grown up in privilege and never having to work

took a turn for the worse when his father died and he succeeded his position. Now that he was higher than Charlie, Clark was getting more and more irresponsible and disrespectful. Even his language changed. He had begun cursing and calling him

impropriety of his behavior slip out of respect to Clark's father. However, this was a different matter altogether. Rules were rules, and however things proceeded was no longer