Preyed On the Weak

As it was the morning rush hour, the street across the Cunningham Manor was packed with commuters and vehicles.

Dylan picked the couple up from East Bay.

A car was parked by the entrance when the black Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived at the Cunningham Manor. Two middle-aged people... a man and a woman, got out of the car, seemingly about to cause a ruckus.

The security guard strictly forbade them from entering.

Soon, they started shoving each other.

Recognizing the familiar license plate on the Rolls-Royce, the woman immediately walked over and rapped the car window.

"Jackson, are you inside the car?" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

It might not be loud enough for the people across the street to hear her, but Nidia, who was sitting in the car, heard her loud and clear.

Dylan was about to get out of the car to deal with the woman when Jackson stopped him.

"Lower the window," Jackson said calmly from the back seat of the car.