Henry Carter flicked his toe, and a dagger bounced up from the floor, landing in Henry Carter's hand. Henry Carter walked up to Frank Foster, whose face was filled with terror and whose forehead was sweating. With a gentle stab, the dagger sank into the solid wood desk. Henry Carter looked down at Frank Foster, who was slumped in the leather chair, bared his teeth in a grin, and said, “Mr. Zhou, where’s the money?”

Looking at Henry Carter's smile, Frank Foster felt his legs trembling, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead, but he didn’t dare reach up to wipe it away. The industry he was in was half legal, half shady—he’d seen all kinds of people, and seeing blood was nothing new. But he had never encountered someone so powerful and ruthless!

A wise man doesn’t take losses in front of him, so Frank Foster decided to give in immediately. He didn’t want to end up as miserable as his subordinates...

“I’ll pay it back, right away!”

Frank Foster agreed without hesitation, then cautiously asked, “Would you prefer a check, or cash?”

Henry Carter thought for a moment and said, “Cash.”

Henry Carter knew that Frank Foster was now afraid of him and wouldn’t dare try any tricks, but there was no guarantee he wouldn’t go back on his word after Henry Carter left. Although Henry Carter wasn’t afraid of him causing trouble, he didn’t want to make a second trip for the same thing.

Just as he said, Frank Foster really wasn’t short on money. Right in front of Henry Carter, he opened the office safe, which was stuffed with stacks of cash. Frank Foster found a bag, packed up one million in cash, and carefully placed it in front of Henry Carter, then picked up a few more stacks and set them beside the bag.

“There’s one million in the bag, that’s the debt. This fifty thousand is my personal compensation to you...”

Henry Carter glanced at the stack of money and sneered, “I’m here to collect a debt, not to rob you.”

Frank Foster forced a smile. “It’s just a little something for your trouble. I’m sorry to have made you come in person to collect the debt...”

Henry Carter grinned at Frank Foster. “Since you put it that way, I won’t be polite.”

Frank Foster kept smiling obsequiously. “Of course, of course.”

Henry Carter picked up the big bag containing a million, stuffed the fifty thousand into his own pocket, lit a cigarette, and stared at Frank Foster. “When you tried to kick us out just now, I think I heard you call me a bastard?”

Frank Foster's face instantly fell. He raised his hand and slapped himself twice. “Brother, I’m sorry, I’m the bastard, you’re my grandpa, please have mercy and spare me.”

Frank Foster really didn’t hold back with those slaps—finger marks appeared on his face, and it quickly swelled up.

Henry Carter sighed. “You know, you’re really no fun. At least show a little backbone—wait until I rough you up a bit before you give in...”

Frank Foster gave an awkward laugh, not daring to respond, but inside he was cursing. Backbone?

If he had backbone, he’d probably end up worse than those guys on the floor. Besides, even if he held out, he’d still have to pay the money and lose face in the end, so why not just give in early?

Henry Carter stared at Frank Foster, smiling as he asked, “I heard you have some connections with the Black Panther Society...”

Frank Foster's face stiffened, and he quickly waved his hand to explain, “Just a tiny connection. My brother-in-law is a minor leader in the Black Panther Society. Any talk about connections is just me bragging...”

“A minor leader is still a connection.”

Henry Carter said casually, and Frank Foster's face turned even paler. He thought to himself, Who knows where this guy came from? He’s just a regular salesman at Jasmine Fragrance Company, but even knowing I have ties to the Black Panther Society, he still dares to come after me. He’s definitely not an ordinary person...

Seeing Frank Foster's attitude, Henry Carter lost interest in picking on him further. “Forget it, let’s leave it at that. My name is Henry Carter. If you’re not satisfied, you can come find me at the sales department of Jasmine Fragrance Company. We can have a good talk.”

Frank Foster hurriedly replied, “No, no, I’m satisfied... This is the debt I should have repaid anyway. If I’ve offended you today, I hope you’ll forgive me...”

Have a talk?

After today’s “talk,” things turned out like this. Unless I’m out of my mind, I’d never want to “talk” with you again...

Henry Carter picked up the big bag of money and strolled out. Frank Foster bent over to see him off. After a couple of steps, Henry Carter remembered something. “By the way, I don’t want anyone at my company to know about today. If word gets out...”

“Don’t worry, absolutely not. I’ll make sure my people keep quiet, there won’t be any slip-ups!”

Henry Carter nodded in satisfaction and continued walking out, while Frank Foster secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving the office, Henry Carter looked at the seductive receptionist and whistled loudly. “Hey beautiful, want to have lunch together?”

The seductive receptionist had witnessed the whole thing. Her face was already pale, and when she looked at Henry Carter, it was as if she was seeing a monster that could eat people. Her body even trembled slightly, and she didn’t dare say a word.

……

Henry Carter carried the bag and stepped through the glass doors of Sales Department Six, where he saw William Thompson standing in front of his desk, scolding Grace Foster.

“...You’ve been with the company for almost three months, and you still haven’t collected a single debt. With work efficiency like this, how can you expect to become a full-time employee?”