Gabrielle wouldn't acknowledge failure. She was about to turn around the car when Jackson stopped her. He pressed the button on the walkie-talkie. And he said calmly, "Run the red Lamborghini and Rolls-Royce off the road."

Soon, Gabrielle heard Hill's voice, "Sir, they are K's Clam."

Jackson's look turned ruthless and cruel suddenly. He ordered, "Do it."

Very soon, Gabrielle heard a fierce impact sound.

Gabrielle tweaked her face. That was aggressive. All she wanted to be was coming after and swore back.

But Jackson ordered them to drive off the roads. That was making a fuss.

Hill mentioned K's Clam. What was that?

K's Clam sounded like a gang. So she asked, "What's K's Clam?"

Jackson answered seriously, "It's a gang that does business in diamonds smuggling, illegal arms deal, buying and selling the collectibles. They mainly did business abroad."

"Aren't you afraid of them?"

Gabrielle couldn't help wondering that driving their cars off the road casually was the reason he had so many enemies.

"I'm not. My business is worse than theirs."

Gabrielle had the flashbacks of armed gang members she saw on TV. And she thought of his business and knife scars on his body.

It made sense.

At the thought, she suddenly trembled. The car trembled because of it. Gabrielle suddenly felt she was dead.

"Jackson, I think your fiancée fits you. Your family matches, and she's gorgeous."

Jackson looked at her aggressively. Gabrielle instantly stopped talking.

Gabrielle drove the car up along the zigzag mountain ways. Soon they were at the top.

On the top was a wide and open field. There were empty oil barrels all over the place with grotesque graffiti.

Black and white checkered flags were on the ground facing four directions. They swayed as the wind blew.

All sorts of sports cars were parked on the ground.

It looked like the beginning and finishing of a car race. But it wasn't.

Gabrielle stopped the car in one of the empty slots. There was a group of people doing god-knows-what. Some turned around and recognized Jackson's car, "Jackson is here."

A middle-aged man called Jackson first. It was an exciting yell in awe.

No one could tell Gabrielle's look since she wore a basketball hat and mask. They could only tell she was a girl.

"What are they doing?"

Each of them looked like they were high on drugs. Their eyes lit up when they saw Jackson.

"They are betting on human lives."

Gabrielle was standing behind Jackson. She was so frightened hearing what Jackson said.

She wondered if it was too late to run.

She looked back, and Hill came. She could either go ahead or move back. She grabbed Jackson's shirts, "Are they betting on lives by car racing? The slow driver would be dead?"

Jackson smiled, "I might think about your suggestion."

"If not, what is it?"

Gabrielle thought about how her father gained M city's property development right in the yacht, and how he lost her to Jackson.

She had chills on the spine instantly.

"They are not betting on their own lives."

Jackson said coldly.

As the wind blew by, leaves on the tree on the top of the mountain rustled. Jackson's hair was messy. Gabrielle had goosebumps.

How did they bet on others' lives? For some reason, it sounded more horrible than knowing they bet on their own lives.

And she was mad too, "How could they bet on others' lives? Who's qualified to bet on others' lives?"

These people had too much spare time to kill, right?

"Everything could be bet on in the world, including the love of your life and your own families."

Gabrielle spotted his indifference and despised her when he made the remarks. She grew more uneasy, "Jackson, are there things I should do better? We could talk about this. It's kind of scary to bet on lives."

Jackson's despising look was seen. He said, "Your life is worth nothing."

"Yeah. I thought so too."

With Jackson's words, Gabrielle felt relieved.

"They are all outlaws."

"Outlaws? Are they killers?"

The way they dressed did look like cruel assassins.

"They bet on a date. If they could erase the target before the date, he won all the chips. If he couldn't, he lost all his chips and his own life."

Gabrielle was speechless.

She lived in Peters's House as a little girl. She saw only four tall walls and the sky above her head. The first time she left home was going to college. Before Jackson, she was a shy and people pleaser for her own protection. She never gave up the rules she set up for herself.

And she never even heard of hired killers, let alone see it. For a second, she thought she was far away from Jackson. It was like they lived in two different worlds.

Avery was right. Jackson wasn't the one for her.

And, Jackson once said he had no control of his marriage as a member of the Oliver family.

So she was lucky...

But why did she feel upset out of nowhere?

Gabrielle followed them in. Killers were having a heated discussion. Someone was holding a piece of paper with the target's name, picture, gender, the date of the death, and so on.

The man held the piece of paper high, like some authority who could decide the life span.

"What if someone is determined to protect the target from being killed? When the target is not killed before the date they bet on, what would happen?"

In order to win, they would do everything.

"Then it's down to what you would do to win. But as long as you have skills, you would kill the target no matter how hard they protect him, like me."

Gabrielle got off Jackson's clothes like they were burning her hands. The more she knew about Jackson, the more terrified she was.

Jackson looked back at her, "Are you still curious about my secret?"

Gabrielle shook her head immediately. She couldn't move her legs. All she wanted to do was play possum.

"Don't worry. I don't bet."

Gabrielle looked at the back of his head. She didn't believe him.

Jackson suddenly stopped walking. He turned back at her," Because..."