Jilead stood up and put out the cigar.
His fingers were thick, adorned with three gold rings, and he sat behind a large, imposing desk.
Haven't seen him for a few days.
Jilead had a new prosthetic body again.
He wore white trousers, a gray vest, and his muscular frame filled out his shirt completely.
Above the elastic button was a golden accessory,
[Your friend is as tough as a truck.]
Even Sora couldn't help but praise.
Jilead oozed swagger, swaying his body and mimicking a gun with his hand aimed at John.
"DM, I knew you weren't dead, that job under Rongju's supervision was a real piece of art, word's all over the streets, impressive!"
He paused, a hint of reprimand in his tone.
"This is the first time we're talking here, right? I've been promoted for a while now, and you've been making waves all over the city, but never came to my office!"
Jilead came up close.
He pulled John in for a shoulder bump, greeting each other in a way unique to the gang.
