"Hehe, of course," Cole sneered eerily. "No wonder you can't beat him at your age; your IQ is too low."
Hearing the black crow's sarcasm, Jack's face turned grim, but he muttered in a low voice, "Brother Cole, you have a lot of information, so naturally, I can't compare to you."
"Please, tell me, what kind of identity does Alex have?"
Cole nodded, tilting his head with a sly grin. "Alright, I'll tell you. His other identity is the Commander of the Military in the Capital."
"A Commander?" Jack's face drained of color as his hands clenched into tight fists, the muscles in his cheeks twitching. This was the leading enterprise in the country, with unmatched financial resources. Even compared to the Commander of the entire Capital Army, the Miller family's industry pales in comparison.
