Chapter 918: 128. Jefferson
"I want to talk to you."
After Carl left the Afterlife, he walked down the street, planning to grab a meal before heading back to Dogtown, when a message came through on his phone.
It was from an unfamiliar number.
Carl's number was no secret, but anyone who had it generally had connections of some sort. After staring at the message for several seconds, Carl did not rush to trace it. Instead, he replied first.
"I haven't been taking jobs lately, and I probably won't be taking many in the future either. If you need work done, I suggest contacting the fixers. Or call me again after I've dealt with my tedious business, and we can talk about a job then."
Not long after Carl sent his reply, another message arrived from the same number.
"I'm not discussing business with a mercenary, KK. I'm discussing something with the current King of Dogtown."
Discussing something with the current King of Dogtown.
So this was not someone looking to hire him.
"Is this about trade or corporate expansion? If so, I'll give you a number. Contact one of my people and discuss it with them."
"I don't want to discuss that kind of thing. Some matters cannot be discussed over comms. Can we talk in person?"
In person?
The more Carl looked at the message, the more inexplicable it felt.
They said they wanted a private conversation, acted all mysterious, and insisted on meeting face-to-face. Did that not sound like they had already planted people somewhere, waiting to ambush him the moment he showed up?
Ordinary traps were unlikely to threaten Carl now, but someone might have specially prepared an "anti-KK package" for him. He was not some young student who enjoyed setting up meetings for fights.
"Meeting