"What's your name?"
"James Mason."
"..." Brandan's eyelids slightly lifted, looking at him with a half-smile, "So, you're the one who intercepted my goods in Russia?"
The guy who stole billions worth of goods from him actually swaggered into his office?
The name James Mason might be notorious within the Russian mafia circles.
He's one of the officials in Russia's largest Mafia organization, colluding with local government, committing countless major crimes, some even famous internationally.
Yet, with the local government cleaning up after him, he's still at large.
Unexpectedly, he came directly to confront him today.
Brandan initially intended to have him killed, but hadn't expected he'd show up in person.
And...
The bone marrow matched Iris Harris's.
A peculiar feeling stirred within him, causing waves of coldness after the excitement passed, yet the source of that cold remained unknown.
