In the end, during a crisis, talent was the most important thing. Jaquan had spent his whole life running around for power, but when he looked back, he realized that he was getting old.
But it was too late for that realization. He had pushed his son into the fire pit, and at that moment, Jaquan's eyes were ignited with the light of battle.
He had to think of all the ways to save his son.
He picked up his cell phone and called one of his trusted aides, telling him to notify him in advance if there was any news.
Just when he was done with his phone, one of his men who was drinking tea in a tea room threw his phone on the table and snorted, "What is Jaquan skipping for now? It won't do us any good, and you're still thinking that we have to listen to his retribution."
"Haven't you always been subservient to him? Why are you complaining now?" Another man was drinking tea and making fun of him.
This trusted aide disagreed, "In this world, I only listen to the orders of money. Without money,
