Chapter 1238

Jenson's eyes stung from the smoke. Despite the irritation, he made a conscious effort to maintain his composure, determined not to blow his cover. He quickly pulled the cigarette away, trying to sound like a seasoned smoker. "What kind of cigarette is this? It's really harsh!" "You're a man with higher standing, so our regular cigarettes can't compare to what you're used to. Just make do with these," someone nearby said, eager to curry favor. Noticing that the crowd had lowered their guard, Jenson shifted the conversation, aiming to further manipulate the situation. He motioned for everyone to gather closer and spoke in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, "To be honest, I've done some digging. That Chandler guy isn't going to make a public appearance anytime soon. "I'm planning to grease some palms to get inside and confront him directly. If any of you have urgent matters, let me know, and I'll try to address them while I'm in there." As soon as Jenson made his offer, the crowd erup