The doors were immediately swung open, and two soldiers wearing the signature Syndicate's black, bulky armor entered the room carrying the sorry figure of a fat, blonde middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was completely naked as he was rudely dragged by the soldier. His whole body was covered in deep cuts, burnt marks, and other injuries.

It was clear that this person has been tortured for quite some time.

The soldiers approached the table and threw the man on top of it with loud *bam* noise.

The naked man ended up being thrown at the place right in front of Jason.

The fat man grunted in pain as his back hit the hardwood table.

"Travis?" Sara had a stunned expression the moment she recognized the man that was thrown like a pig on top of the table.

The old man's arrogant face instantly took a turn. He lifted his eyes from Travis to Jason, just in time to catch Jason staring at him with deep eyes and a cold smile on his face.

"Here, he is." Jason continued to sit on the comfortable chair casually.

"Wha-wha-what's the meaning of this?" Sara took a step back while staring in horror at Jason that was able to calmly sit at the table, with a face like he was enjoying everything that was happening.

"Oh, Sara...why don't you ask my father?" Jason stood up with a huge smile on his face. "This won't do. Look at what you have done, you tortured him way too much, now he's unconscious." Jason said with a fit of fake anger toward one of the guards that dragged Travis into the room.

"Yes, big boss. It was my mistake, it won't happen again." The guard lowered his head and spoke with deep respect and fear toward the Silverhand family's young master. The respect that he showed toward Jason was miles further than the one he always showed toward Travis.

"Now, now~" Jason acting all casually like the person in front of him was a complete stranger while speaking with a playful tone. "I need to wake him up, how I'm going to do this~?"

"Oh!" Jason touched his chin like he was in deep thought before suddenly snapping his finger with a face with enlightenment.

He reached for something in his breast pocket, and, with a swift move, Jason swung his arm toward Travis.

*Puchi*

"ARGHHHHH!!!!!" Travis's eyes flared open as he screamed in pain.

"Oh, sorry about that, dad." Jason released the grip over the pen that now had pinned Travis's hand in the table, creating a small puddle of blood on the ground beneath the table.

"YOU FUCKER!!!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!!" Travis said through his gritted teeth and groans of pain. "LET ME-"

"Shhhhhhh..." Jason grabbed Travis's mouth to shut him up. "Look at how you are acting. Isn't it embarrassing? I mean, doing all this in front of all your high officers."

Travis's looked around and realized that he was pinned down at the table he usually used as a place to hold reunions with the people that were now present. He was completely naked and being pinned down by his own son...it was indeed very embarrassing for him.

Travis tried to ask for help, but Jason was way stronger than him, so he could only resort in staring at the people in the room with pleading eyes.

"I don't think they are going to jump in and try to save you." Jason saw Travis's actions but just smiled in response, "They have more important things to wonder right now. For example...if they are going to, whatever or not, leave this room alive."

"Heh." The old man snorted at Jason's comment and said with a sneer, "Like if you have the guts to kill us. After all, without us, how do you think you are going to control our factions and subordinates?"

"Oh, Opert...you are really naive, aren't you?" Jason kept his hand over Travis's mouth even when the latter tried hard to leave Jason's grasp.

"You keep calling me a bastard and even criticize my father for having a sexual relationship outside of the legal wife. But...aren't you the same? You committed the same mistake, didn't you?" Jason's eyes glinted with a cold light as the smile on his face darkened a bit.

Opert's face instantly froze, and his eyes widened.

"Don't be so surprised...I know a lot more about all of you here than you guys think." Jason's cold eyes went through everyone in the room. "Yes, you are correct. I can't just take control over your faction, but there's someone who can. I think your bastard daughter, Stina, would be more than capable of doing so."

"Impossible!" Opert berated at the possibility of something like that to happen. "I stripped all her power and influence. She's just a nobody!"

"Opert...how naïve of you..." Jason shook his head, seemingly disappointed at Opert. "Your daughter... she's way smarter and sly than you think. She already has a powerful grip over your faction's power. She did all this right beneath your nose."

"IMPOSSIBLE!!!!"

"Let me tell you something," Jason said with a low and playful tone. "Your family, wife, and legitimate son are an obstacle for her complete domination over your faction. Tell me...what do you think is going to happen to them now that you are locked in this place?"

"No...no..NOOOO!!!!" Opert screamed on top of his lungs and tried to jump toward Jason. Still, the guards that were near him acted even quicker and restrained the old man before he could take a second step toward Jason.

"I'm going to tell you." Jason released Travis and approached Opert until they were just a few centimeters away from each other. "If you could leave this room alive, the first thing you would receive would be a message telling you that your wife and son died in an... accident, they were crushed by a meteor or something."

Opert's eyes reddened, and he tried to struggle, but the soldiers were the elite of the elite in the Syndicate, they were more than enough to hold down the old man.

"Your daughter, I must say... she's pretty ruthless...just the way I like it." Jason looked down at Opert that was on his knees. "Tell me, Opert. Since I don't need you anymore, what's the use of keeping you alive?" Jason's face didn't change a bit when he spoke those words, causing everyone in the room to feel a chill down their spine. "This is also a revenge for my mother." Jason lowered his head and whispered at his ear, causing Opert to flinch. "You tried to use her to get rid of my father. You tried to use me as a tool. But I'm smarter than you think."

"Also, don't feel lonely, you will soon enough rejoin with your family in wherever you will go." Jason rose again and straighten his back. In his face, a wide and eerie smile.

"JASON, YOU ARE GOING TO BURN IN HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH, BAST-"

*Bang*

Jason took a pistol from the holster that was on his waist's back and fired at Opert's head, ultimately killing him off.

Blood and brain matter sprayed at some of the members that were seated close to where everything unfolded.

They weren't affected by the gruesome sight, but the context behind it, and how just calmly and ruthlessly Jason did it. That caused them to shudder and fear the blonde young man.

"What a waste..." Jason sadly shook his head while he fixed his blonde hair that had somehow got a little disordered. "To waste a bullet in such person..."

Jason calmly returned to his seat and glanced at his father that was staring at him with eyes filled with fear.