At five o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Jason Carter drove to Drake's residence.

This was a small villa, all the lights were off, and two men in black stood guard at the entrance. The two men were yawning, clearly already tired.

Jason Carter assembled the disassembled M99 semi-automatic sniper rifle and placed it on the back seat, then loaded two China-made Type 92 pistols, released the safeties, and strapped them to his body.

Finally, he opened the car door, took a piece of Green Arrow chewing gum from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and began to chew gently as he walked step by step toward the villa's main entrance.

"Hey, buddy, got a light?" Jason Carter smiled at the two men in black.

"Get lost, no light!" The two men in black were already in a bad mood from standing guard and cursed directly.

"Oh, sorry to bother you." Jason Carter turned to leave.

But just as the two men in black looked away, he immediately spun around, dashed up to one of them, and punched him in the temple. The man's eyelids rolled back and he collapsed to the ground.

The other man in black was about to shout, but before he could, Jason Carter covered his mouth and slammed his head hard against the villa's stone wall. Blood instantly streamed from the man's head as he passed out.

"With skills like that, you still dare to mix in this business." Jason Carter glanced at the two men in black lying on the ground, then swaggered into the villa.

There weren't many people in the villa. Besides the two men in black at the door, there were four others including Drake. When Jason Carter entered the villa's living room, he saw three people lying drunk and fast asleep on the sofa, with several bottles of Moutai liquor on the coffee table beside them.

"Sleeping like dead pigs!" Jason Carter searched the three men, found three pistols, removed the magazines, and tossed them into a nearby fish tank.

He couldn't be bothered with these small fry and headed straight for the master bedroom. The bedroom door wasn't locked, which made sense since this was Drake's own home.

When he entered the bedroom, Jason Carter's eyes narrowed. Drake was lying asleep on the bed, with two young women beside him. The floor was a mess, clearly showing that Drake had been busy last night.

Locking the door behind him, Jason Carter turned on the lights.

As soon as the lights came on, Drake frowned and opened his eyes. He thought it was one of his men coming in and was about to curse, but when he saw Jason Carter, his expression changed instantly and his hand reached for the pillow.

"Don't move, or I'll blow your head off." Jason Carter pointed his pistol at Drake and said coldly.

"B-brother, let's talk this out, let's talk this out. Are you here for money or...?" Drake forced a laugh, looking at Jason Carter.

The noise woke the two women. When they opened their eyes and saw a stranger in the room pointing a gun at Drake, their faces turned pale.

"Don't make a sound. If you do, you die. If you don't, you live." Jason Carter glanced at the two women and said. They nodded, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Do you know who I am?" Jason Carter walked to the bedside, found the pistol under the pillow, then sat on the sofa with his gun pointed at Drake and asked.

"My eyes are blind, I don't recognize greatness." Drake had no idea who Jason Carter was and could only flatter him.

"Blackie is my friend." Jason Carter chewed his gum and said.

"Brother, I don't know Blackie." A bead of cold sweat rolled down Drake's bald head as he spoke.

"Oh, do you know Michael Bolton?" Jason Carter sneered.

"Zhang... Oh, brother, this has nothing to do with me! It was all Ryan Foster's orders! I'm just a gofer!" As soon as Drake heard Blackie's real name, his expression changed immediately.

"Ryan Foster?" Jason Carter's face changed when he heard this and he asked, "What's going on? Explain."

"It was Ryan Foster who told me to kill Michael Bolton. He said it was to teach someone a lesson, someone named... I think it was Jason Carter! He also told me to kill Jason Carter, but I was busy recently and never got around to looking into this Jason Carter, so I only killed Michael Bolton." Drake said.

"..." Jason Carter's pupils contracted at these words. He hadn't expected the mastermind behind all this to be Ryan Foster. In that case, doesn't it mean... Blackie died because of him? And how could Ryan Foster have the power to order Drake?

"Brother, this really has nothing to do with me, I'm just an errand boy!" Drake pleaded, but his hand was reaching for another pillow.

At this moment, Jason Carter's mind was completely occupied by thoughts of Ryan Foster, and he didn't notice Drake's movement. As soon as Drake grabbed the pistol, he pulled it out and fired at Jason Carter.

In a split second, as Drake pulled the trigger, Jason Carter sensed the danger and dove to the side.

"Bang!..." A gunshot rang out. Jason Carter's brow furrowed. The bullet hadn't hit him, but his left arm was grazed by a stray shot, a burning pain spreading—if he remembered correctly, this was the first time he'd ever been shot.