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Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: Breakfast
Breakfast.
A few bucks’ worth of food.
Easily accessible.
Jensen Cook’s usual breakfast was plain and simple.
Five poisons and a bottle of Mr. Jackson’s liquor.
With two peanuts on the side.
The cost was merely tens of thousands.
But now, he couldn’t even have that simple breakfast!
Sitting on a fortune of billions, what use was it?
It was only now that
Jensen Cook truly understood the meaning of "you can’t take it with you when you’re born or when you die."
Money is really just dung!
It reeks!
Before long, an employee rushed in with breakfast.
Very ordinary: soymilk and fried dough sticks, along with a pancake roll.
This kind of breakfast, Jensen Cook would usually want to kick into the trash.
But now, his stomach started to growl.
Lengthy and loud.
Thirsty and hungry.
"Come, let’s eat together."
Julius Reed opened the breakfast bag and shared the fried dough sticks and soymilk with everyone.
Only one serving remained.
"Why buy an extra, who wants it?"
Holding the remaining serving, he turned around and asked.
"Brother Davenport, we’ve all had enough."
The employees naturally knew what Julius Reed meant, so they all waved their hands in refusal.
"If nobody wants it, then I’ll just throw it away."
Julius Reed stood up, holding the breakfast, ready to leave.
"Wai... Wait..."
Jensen Cook called out weakly.
"What’s up? You need something?"
Hearing the call, Julius Reed stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him.
"That... hoeing fields under the midday sun, drops of sweat falling on the soil."
Jensen Cook kept licking his lips, his eyes never leaving that last serving of breakfast.
"Wasting food is shameful, so... maybe give it to me?"
His face turned red as he spoke.
Shame!
It was so embarrassing!
But, he was truly hungry!
And Aron Jackson, right next to him, kept smacking his lips.
The more he listened, the more delicious it seemed.
The soymilk’s flavor was simply too rich!
For Jensen Cook, the happiest thing right now was just to have a full meal.
"But why should I give it to you?"
Julius Reed squatted down, waving the fried dough stick under his nose, "Give me a reason."
"This..."
Jensen Cook leaned forward, trying to take a bite of the fried dough stick.
But he couldn’t reach.
No strength in his body, and his stomach was still growling.
Life was this difficult.
"Aron Jackson, I’ve been thinking of buying a dog lately. Should I get an Alaska or a Husky?"
Julius Reed sat in a chair, turning to Aron Jackson.
"Uh... Why do you suddenly want to keep a dog? If you must, then get a Chinese rural dog."
Aron Jackson scratched his head, somewhat unresponsive.
A fine day, and now suddenly talking about getting a dog?
"Woof!"
With a dog’s bark, Jensen Cook startled Aron Jackson so much he almost spilled his soymilk.
"Holy shit! You..."
He stared in shock.
"Good boy!"
Julius Reed held out the fried dough stick to Jensen Cook’s mouth, "I can’t decide what to name my dog."
"Little Dragon!"
Aron Jackson instigated from the side.
"Good name!"
Julius Reed nodded, passing over the soymilk, "How about it? Little Dragon?"
"Uh-huh..."
Jensen Cook wolfed down the food, nodding incessantly.
He almost choked.
Thankfully, Julius Reed was timely.
Three minutes later, Jensen Cook was comfortable and content.
Even the most exquisite delicacies could not have been as satisfying.
"Since you’ve eaten my food, you’ll have to work for me."
Julius Reed squatted down and uncuffed the chains binding Jensen Cook.
"Now, I’m giving you a chance," he said. "If you don’t want to submit, go ahead and make your move. But once you do, one of us must die."
Having said this,
he pulled out the hidden weapons box from Aron Jackson’s waist, placed it on his own head, and put it into Jensen Cook’s hand.
"Inside, there’s a dart. All you need to do is pull the trigger, and you can kill me and leave."
Julius Reed spread his hands and said indifferently, "And I assure you, as long as I die, they must ensure your safe departure!"
"But if you don’t fire the hidden weapons box, then you’ll obediently become my dog! With the weapon box in hand, you don’t dare to kill me, and yet you still hope for revenge? In this life, I’m afraid you’ll never get a better chance than this."
After he said this, he smiled, "What do you think? Fair, isn’t it?"
The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.
Jensen Cook’s hands were cuffed.
His face was full of conflict.
The mighty Abernathy Poison King, a master covered in poison, become someone else’s dog?
How could he face anyone after that?
But even if his use of poison was so profound, wasn’t he still unable to win?
The hidden weapons box was in his hand.
But he didn’t know whether there was a dart inside.
If this was Julius Reed testing him, then the moment he pulled the trigger...
Wouldn’t it be over?
Sweat seeped out from Jensen Cook’s temples,
dripping drop by drop onto the ground.
"You have one minute!"
Julius Reed looked at his watch and said indifferently, "Whether you open this hidden weapons box or not, you have no way out."
"Huff!"
Jensen Cook took a deep breath, his hands tightly clutching the hidden weapons box.
His finger rested on the trigger,
applied slight pressure, then quickly released it!
A choice!
A difficult choice!
But he didn’t believe that there was a dart inside!
The mighty Julius Reed, if he were to be killed just like that, how could it be possible!
It would be a joke.
Time passed by, second by second.
Jensen Cook gave up.
To be a dog...
Click!
One minute later.
Julius Reed snatched the hidden weapons box back, aimed it between Jensen Cook’s hands, and triggered the mechanism!
Whoosh!
The box made a noise.
The handcuffs were directly broken.
Jensen Cook’s hands went numb from the shock, and he stood there dumbfounded.
Inside, there really was a dart!
If he had just opened the hidden weapons box...
Wouldn’t that mean, that would mean avenging his great revenge?
"I gave you a chance, but you couldn’t do it!"
Julius Reed laughed as he threw the hidden weapons box back, "From now on, you are my dog."
"No!"
Jensen Cook caught the hidden weapons box, shaking as he pointed it at Julius Reed, "I want to kill you!"
"You can’t kill me."
Julius Reed didn’t even bother to pay attention to him, "The best opportunity has already been given to you. And I bet with you, there’s no dart in that hidden weapons box."
He gently touched Anna Harris’s forehead with his hand, feeling her breath.
She had serious injuries, but all superficial.
Not serious.
"Die!"
Click!
The chamber was empty.
Click! Click!
Jensen Cook pressed it twice more.
The entire man knelt on the ground.
"In terms of martial arts, you can’t beat me. When it comes to intelligence, you’re still not good enough,"
Julius Reed smiled as he looked at Jensen Cook, "When it comes to poisoning, did you notice the deadly poison mixed into the doughnut earlier?"
"This..."
Jensen Cook was already dumbfounded.
"So, be my dog. Remember, if you don’t obey me, I have a thousand ways to make you wish for death!"
Julius Reed waved his hand, "Take him down."
"Yes!"
Several employees lifted Jensen Cook and quickly left.
"Boss, why keep this kind of person alive? Just finish him off. What’s the point?"
As he watched Jensen Cook being dragged away, Aron Jackson expressed his confusion, "He has no value."
Having been by Julius Reed’s side for so long, Aron Jackson of course understood his boss.
On meaningless things, his boss never wasted time.
"I need him to help me find someone,"
Julius Reed had his hands in his pockets, looking down at the unconscious Anna Harris, "That person is called Horton Moore. You might not believe it when I tell you..."
He took out the phone in his right hand and showed the information on it to Aron Jackson, "Anna Harris’s car accident was orchestrated by Horton Moore."
