Eris attempted to raise his price, and Jax watched him silently.
"How much money?"
The West Coast agent sensed something was amiss, but he couldn't pinpoint the problem, so he paused for a moment before tentatively stating a figure.
"Five million dollars!"
Jax shook his head and replied.
"I'll give you eight million, transfer through LCE's account, you did a good job on this, the person you found is very skilled."
Not expecting Jax to agree so readily, Eris suddenly found himself without an excuse to cause any trouble.
"Then I'll be leaving. Don't contact me unless it's necessary, it's dangerous right now."
"It's not dangerous; it's very safe here. It's always safe when I set up the meeting. This isn't Forbes's Saint Rodu, it's our LAPD's Saint Rodu."
Playing at home, Jax wasn't wildly arrogant. Over ten thousand LAPD officers stood by his side, Niu Sen stood by his side; Forbes was formidable, but so what?
Surrender?
Give up?
No!
