Lower City, Boston Harbor.
At noon, the sun blazed overhead. The sea glittered with shifting reflections, and the sea breeze blew cold.
Four people strolled along the harbor. When they reached a mid-sized yacht, the two in front came to a stop. One was a tall, dark-skinned man with the fierce features of a tiger. In the fifteen-degree chill of late autumn, he wore only a short-sleeved black shirt, displaying his exceptionally muscular body.
Beside him stood a short, skinny man wrapped in a thick down jacket like a bear, clearly terrified of the cold.
The two men in black suits behind them were bodyguards.
When they reached the yacht, Bronze Tiger said to Jack, "Go back, Jack. You don't need to see me off."
Jack's face turned solemn, putting on the air of a big shot. He looked at his two bodyguards behind him and gestured for them to step back so they would not stop him from speaking with Bronze Tiger. Once the bodyguards had moved far enough away that they could no longer see his expression—
Jack's big-shot demeanor immediately turned into terrified pleading. "Brother Tiger, Father Tiger, you can't leave! If you leave, those people in Lower City will definitely rebel. I'll definitely be killed."
"There are no other gangs in Lower City that can touch you now. You'll be fine. Believe in yourself, Jack. Your abilities far exceed your imagination. As long as you change that timid personality of yours, I believe your achievements will be far more glorious than they are now."
"Brother Tiger, you're joking, right? Just a week ago, someone wanted to chop off my hand while I was riding in a car. Without you around, I don't even dare go out."
Jack glanced at the two bodyguards behind him. When he