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Isaac chewed his teeth, adding to his commitment. Walking recklessly accelerated. It was Jack's back that suddenly came into view that stopped him from walking.

Jack looked around with the big size and was sneaking out of the garden through the back door leading out of the house. Feeling something bad, Isaac turned reflexively and held his breath. Jack went completely outside, killing the sound of his footsteps, apparently not finding himself.

I had a curious thought first. Why does a man who seems to have nothing to fear from the world sneak out of his surroundings? What's the matter?

Isaac clenched his fist in nervousness and moved cautiously near the back door. And I looked out through a crack in the door. Jack went outside without a sound and immediately approached someone waiting for him. Judging from the heavy flow of cigarette smoke, the opponent seemed to be smoking.

"Did you bring it?”

Asked a figure half hidden by Jack's size.

"How hard it was to save you, you know?"

Jack whispered smugly while secretly doing so. The opponent snorted.

"You know you can't be wrong, right?”

"Don't worry. Look at this color. You know better that these colors aren't common."

Half covered by Jack's sprawling back, the man seemed to have taken something from Jack. I heard a short rustle. Isaac's eyes grew thinner. I don't know what the hell Jack handed over to his opponent, but there was an ominous streak.

Don't tell me you're trading drugs in front of my house, next to the garden where the kids are running around, or trading illegal weapons.

Doubts soar endlessly. Never noticing such Isaac, they put their heads together for a moment and looked into something. Then, to see if it was the right thing to look for, the opponent stuffed something he had been handed to Jack into his pocket.

"What about his?”

Jack asked.

"I'm ready."

"No way, it must have been easier being there all night.”

"It's a secret to the boss, so watch your mouth."