Chapter 1965 Who the Hell Are You?

Forgetting the pain on his face, Jackson stared blankly at the pair.

That was one thing Jackson could not wrap his head around.

Miranda and Vance were dumbfounded.

The police department’s second-in-command offered his face for a beating.

No one could believe their eyes.

“Smack!”

Another slapping sound echoed through the room.

Kaze gave Victor another slap, knocking the latter back. Victor had to steady himself before taking his place in front of Kaze.

Grabbing a napkin from Snow, Kaze wiped his fingers down and asked nonchalantly, “You have not replied. Was I wrong?”

“You’re absolutely right, Mr. Lee.

“I could be a good man. Instead, I became a lapdog.

“I was wrong, Mr. Lee,” Victor said humbly.

Discipline was deserved and accepted.

He understood that fact.

“Mr. Lee?”

The heads of governing bodies shivered, and some even broke out in a cold sweat.

Talking about Mr. Lee, they heard through the grapevine that the former mayor preferred not to be addressed as