"What’s your na?"
"Jas Mason."
"..." Brandan’s eyelids slightly lifted, looking at him with a half-smile, "So, you’re the one who intercepted my goods in Russia?"
The guy who stole billions worth of goods from him actually swaggered into his office?
The na Jas Mason might be notorious within the Russian mafia circles.
He’s one of the officials in Russia’s largest Mafia organization, colluding with local governnt, committing countless major cris, so even famous internationally.
Yet, with the local governnt cleaning up after him, he’s still at large.
Unexpectedly, he ca directly to confront him today.
Brandan initially intended to have him killed, but hadn’t expected he’d show up in person.
And...
The bone marrow matched Iris Harris’s.
A peculiar feeling stirred within him, causing waves of coldness after the excitent passed, yet the source of that cold remained unknown.
"That shipnt was just a misunderstanding." Jas Mason raised his hand and lightly tapped the desk. His fingers were long, the ring finger bore a thick layer of gun callous — hands accustod to wielding weapons, stained with unknown quantities of death. "Take a look at this."
Brandan lowered his eyes and turned to the next page.
"!"
His hand trembled, scattering the docunts across the desk.
His previously calm deanor finally showed a hint of disturbance.
He raised his eyes, staring at Jas Mason in disbelief, his teeth clenched, eyes wide.
The person before him was very handso and young, deserving of any praise for this face.
But...
He looked nothing like him at all!
Brandan slowly clenched his hand, gripping the docunt, his voice hoarse: "Is this true?"
It was a blood relation identification report.
Suddenly, he felt it was sowhat ridiculous.
An indescribable fatigue swept over him, constricting his breath.
"I’ve had plastic surgery."
Jas Mason raised his hand, lighting a cigarette, and Brandan noticed it was the sa brand he usually smoked. "The original face was no longer usable. The current face was repaired bit by bit."
His tone was extrely calm, and Brandan didn’t ask what happened to that face. He closed his eyes montarily before saying: "Should I call you Caleb Hyde or Jas Mason?"
"Caleb Hyde?" Jas Mason chuckled, his dark eyes flickering slightly. "That’s a na from a very long ti ago... Now I go by Jas Mason. Just call that."
"You’re still alive..." Brandan gazed at the face in front of him; they looked completely different now. Even if Iris were standing before him, she might not recognize him.
But he knew he was his brother, whom he had never t.
Blood relations are a terrifying thing, with an inexplicable sense of connection.
Moreover, they were twins.
"...So why haven’t you co back all these years?"
"That’s a long story..." Jas Mason smiled softly, shaking his head, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray before raising his head to look at Brandan. "Let’s talk business."
"..."
Brandan said nothing, just looking at him.
"That shipnt was just an accident. Do you think I ca to use bone marrow as a trade for that shipnt? It’s not so." Jas Mason smiled at him. "Although, I indeed ca to ask for sothing."
"I want Iris Harris."
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