Wilson's words were quite pleasant, but undeniably carried a significant element of threat. Jimmy smiled as he looked at Wilson, "You know my identity, Mr. Wilson, please mind what you say."
Wilson didn't care; he wasn't breaking any laws. As a lobbyist, his identity was public, differing only in closeness of relationships with various parties. "I apologize, I'm sorry."
Jimmy: "Alright, I think you've said enough. Convey my message to Mr. Vigo Trasov, be smart, and I'll visit him when I have the chance."
Wilson accepted Jimmy's dismissal calmly, fastening his suit buttons while saying, "I will, goodbye, Mr. Yang."
Finishing his words, he picked up his bag and stood up to leave, not taking the bottle of wine left on the table.
It's just a bottle of wine, no big deal. Jimmy's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table as he gestured a waiter over to help send the wine to his room and left the club after drinking.
