Jose Floyd and Jorge Saxton sat face-to-face, their eyes filled with a cruel and merciless intensity. Lydia Brooke stood behind Jorge, sensing the heavy and impending scent of blood emanating from him.
"Jose, Summit can't rely on the income from the underground industry forever. We need to go legitimate, be so formidable that even if others know we're different, they wouldn't dare to offend us easily!" Jorge Saxton flicked a cigarette in his hand, his gaze deep.
"Dealing with those hypocrites isn't my forte; my specialty is real, hard-hitting action." Jose Floyd's words were as cold as his demeanor.
"But in the business world, especially when dealing with those in the official circles, you must learn to disguise your thoughts, learn how to smile while slaughtering them!"
Jose Floyd looked directly at Jorge Saxton, and said, "Jorge, you can."
Yes, Jorge Saxton can—
