Wallace Carter's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly jogged to Greg Jensen, smiled sheepishly, and said, "Mr. Jensen, what's... what happened?"
Greg Jensen glanced at him coldly and asked, "Is this your man?"
"Uh, he used to follow me. You know, I'm into legitimate business now, and these guys... we still have some ties."
"Heh..."
Greg Jensen understood as soon as he heard his words. Wallace Carter was no longer in the underworld, but he had left his seeds there.
People like Scarface, who had followed him in the past, though they had started to venture on their own and seemed independent, would still follow Wallace Carter's arrangements on significant matters.
With a sneer, he ignored Wallace Carter and walked straight to Scarface, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and then said coldly, "I'll ask you one more time, your brother touched my woman, and I broke his hand. Was it deserved or not?"
"Deserve your mom..."
"Scarface, shut up!"
