Gonzalez City, inside a small diner.
Jensen Cook sipped his liquor, consuming a plate of peanuts before him.
Tasteless.
A tattoo of the five poisons adorned his neck, and his shaved head glistened beneath the light.
The looks of a bad man.
The diner's owner didn't even dare to ask him for money; he just automatically set out the peanuts and Mr. Jackson's liquor.
Take it or leave it.
Half an hour earlier, based on information provided by Horton Moore, Jensen Cook had arrived in Gonzalez City.
Upon locating Aron Jackson, he secretly used a poisoned needle to take down this local big shot.
Then he sat down here to drink.
To eat peanuts.
To wait for someone.
Five minutes later.
A man wearing sunglasses pushed open the door of the diner and looked around.
"Over here!"
Jensen Cook gestured at the table with his hand.
The man, dressed in a light blue suit, spotted Jensen Cook and immediately walked over.
He sat down opposite.
"Brother Dragon."
