Chapter 120: Meeting a Thief

What are you reading? a very pleasant voice sounded.

Jack looked up and saw that it was the little girl, Aisha. She was smiling every day. She looked young and beautiful.

Theres a news about the abuse of homeless people on the Internet. Let me take a look, Jack replied lazily.

Oh, I saw that too. Many people are calling for the Death Inquisitor to take action against them. Do you think the Death Inquisitor will take action?

Jack said calmly, Dont think too much. The Death Inquisitor is not a nanny. They are just thinking too much. If it were up to me, the police would still be involved in this matter!

The police wouldnt care!

Then the Death Inquisitor wouldnt care even more! Jack didnt really want to discuss the issue. He changed the topic and said, By the way, what are you doing here so early in the morning?

What else can I do? I can just look at you and bring you breakfast. If Im not wrong, Thompson has been working two shifts in a row, and you have to work two shifts in a row. Now you have to continue working, so you havent eaten yet, right? Aisha smiled and took out a cute lunchbox from her school bag.

Its my first time cooking, so encouragement is more important than criticism, okay? Aisha blushed as she spoke, and then she lowered her head deeply.

Jack was surprised. He didnt expect the little girl to make breakfast for him. He was really looking forward to it.

He opened the lunchbox and found a sandwich with ham. Although the ham was a bit mushy, it looked pretty good.

Then I wont stand on ceremony! Jack picked it up and took a bite. Suddenly, his expression became strange.

Is it a little salty?

Jack rolled his eyes. He felt like he was eating a bag of salt.

Its not a little salty. Its very salty!

Then youd better not eat it. Men who eat too much salt will have premature ejaculation Aisha said from the side.

Uh

Jack was shocked. Were high school students nowadays so knowledgeable? So Jack secretly put down the sandwich. As a man, he had to be hard and long! He decided to starve first.

Well, its getting late. Go to school, Jack said with a wave of his hand.

Oh!

Aisha pouted, put the lunch box into her bag, and left reluctantly.

After working continuously, he was tired and sleepy, so Jack could only look at his phone in the security room.

After a whole morning of ferment, the incident of the abuse of the homeless directly became a hot topic on the Internet. Many people condemned it, and many people asked hackers to bring out the human flesh of the perpetrators, and so on.

Many people had already called the police, but it was obviously useless to call the police. The police did not want to care about the homeless, even if they wanted to. The information revealed in a few photos would not be enough in tracking down the suspect.

Jack read the news and comments on the Internet and shook his head slightly.

It was still the same saying. Simply abusing the homeless, without killing or seriously injuring them, was not up to the standard of a trial.

He, Jack, was not a killing machine. He did not kill whoever he wanted to. He did not want to care about moral crimes.

He closed Twitter and lit a cigarette. Jack lay on the chair and leisurely blew out smoke rings. One after another, smoke rose.

Knock, Knock, Knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Those smoking during work will be fined 100!

Outside the window, a middle-aged man looked at Jack fiercely. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug sneer. Beside him was a tall woman in white. Her facial features were delicate and her makeup was exquisite. She looked like a very elegant woman.

Jack looked up at him. It was the property manager of the Empire State Building, Bunir.

But in the next second, Jack looked down and ignored him. He continued to smoke leisurely.

Bunir was furious. Im flaunting my power in front of a beautiful woman. How dare you not give me face?

Jack, didnt you hear what I said?

Jack answered coldly, Manager Bunir, the money has been fined. A hundred dollars for a cigarette. Dont you think I should finish this cigarette?

You! How dare you talk like that! I think you dont want to work anymore!

Jack crossed his legs, blew out a smoke ring, and said, Well, I dont mind you firing me, but I cant lose a single cent of my salary. Do you understand?

This wasnt a f*cking security guard. It was just like hiring a grandpa!

Bunir was so angry that his lungs were about to explode! Im not flaunting my position every day, so what if you want me to flaunt it in front of beautiful women? But now, Im letting you flaunt it all by yourself. How am I supposed to let other people live? he thought.

Fine! Youre arrogant, arent you!

Bunir said, Jack, youre the one who said it. Let me tell you, there are a lot of people waiting for this security guard position!

The woman next to him laughed and said, Manager Bunir, young people are like that. They have personality and energy!

Bunir was not a fool. She was just trying to mediate a little. He could kick Jack out, but he did not want to embarrass himself in front of Jennifer.

Youre right, Jack. For the sake of boss Jennifer, write a good review for me!

No, leave the opportunity to others. Jack put out the cigarette, yawned, and said, Later, calculate the salary and transfer it to my bank card.

F*ck! Youre not giving me face!

Bunir cursed in his heart and widened his eyes. The face of the woman at the side also changed slightly. In her opinion, a man with a bit of temper was called personality, but if he went too far, he would be insensible and destined to have no achievements.

Let him go! the woman said indifferently with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Jack directly ignored the two of them. However, just as he left behind an indifferent figure, a woman suddenly screamed in the hall.

Someone! Catch the thief! My wallet has been stolen by him!

With a loud shout, everyone looked towards the source of the voice.

Stop!

Stop that guy!

A few men jumped out, blocking the way in front and chasing behind. They saw a tall young man stop, holding a ladys wallet tightly in his hand.

Dont come over! The man suddenly took out a switchblade from his pocket.

When the people around him saw it, the imposing aura from before disappeared instantly, and they all retreated.

Jack looked at the man coldly. From his posture and the way he held the knife, it was clear that he had practiced before. With just those few people, one knife at a time, it was really not difficult to kill them all.

Brother, return the wallet! You can leave!

Jack lit a cigarette and walked up leisurely.

I said, friend, dont be pretentious! He has a knife!

Little handsome, come back quickly. I have already called the police!

The people around reminded him one after another. Jack squinted his eyes slightly. When the man saw this, the veins on the back of his hand bulged out. He felt a cold air pass through his body.

Murderous intent!