"Don't lay a finger on them!"
The silver-masked man, fearful of losing his leads, warned with an intensified tone,
"These people are needed by our boss. If you don't want to end up six feet under, hand them over peacefully."
Jack sneered,
"No matter who he is, he'd have to make way for my boss. Your boss is insignificant in comparison. If my boss is in a good mood, she may spare your boss's life. But if not, the only ones buried will be you."
The silver-masked man didn't expect such audacity in Dawnstar. He swallowed his anger and asked,
"Who exactly is your boss?"
"Your daddy."
Jack took another swing and ordered his henchmen,
"Take them away. I can handle these punks myself."
Seeing those men being led away, the silver-masked man seethed with rage,
"You're asking for it!"
Gordon pulled up to the mansion,
"Ms. Rose, it's getting late. You should get some rest."
"Thank you for the ride."
