Chapter 332: K’s Precise Judgment—My Only Rival Is Su Ming

“Screech—”

A luxury SUV came to a sudden halt in front of a secluded apartment building.

The vehicle had been speeding, and when it braked at the entrance, it left behind dozens of meters of black skid marks.

J stepped out of the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut without hesitation. Not daring to waste a second, he strode quickly toward the apartment building.

He stopped in front of the door to K’s apartment.

Taking a deep breath, J mentally reviewed the words he had rehearsed during the drive over. After going through them once more in his mind, he finally knocked on the door.

Almost immediately, K’s calm and emotionless voice came from inside.

“Come in. The door’s not locked.”

J didn’t hesitate. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, he saw K sitting on the living room sofa directly ahead. On the coffee table were two glasses of red wine and a high-end laptop that looked recently purchased.

One glance at K’s expression and demeanor told J that it would be difficult to sway his thinking. He decided to get straight to the point and deliver the speech he had carefully prepared, hoping to challenge K’s preconceived notions.

“Brother K.”

“I really don’t think it’s necessary to expose all of my—”

Before he could finish, K raised a hand and cut him off, gesturing calmly toward the apartment door.

“Close the door first.”

“Whatever you want to say, close the door and sit in front of me to say it.”

J’s carefully rehearsed words were stuck in his throat. The interruption left him feeling frustrated, but he didn’t dare argue. He sighed, lowered his head, closed the door, and slowly walked over to sit on the sofa across from K.

As he sat down and gathered his thoughts, preparing to resume what he had started to say, K seemed to have anticipated his every move. Before J could speak, K turned the laptop screen toward him and gestured.

“Watch this video.”

“This is footage from New York Harbor. Most likely released on purpose by Old Morgan.”

With that, K hit play.

J had no choice but to swallow his words again and focus on the screen.

On the laptop, the video showed Old Morgan approaching a large burlap sack. It clearly captured the moment he used a knife to cut off a lock of white hair and handed it to his secretary.

Then, with firm steps and a straight back, he walked away from New York Harbor without a trace of hesitation.

When the video ended, K turned the screen back around and looked at J, his face expressionless as he spoke.

“J.”

“Do you know why Old Morgan deliberately released this video?”

“The Jewish consortium controls most major Western social media platforms. If they wanted to suppress this, they absolutely could have prevented it from spreading.”

“But instead, Old Morgan chose to make it public. Do you know why?”

The sudden question left J at a loss. His eyes were filled with confusion. He couldn’t see anything particularly significant in the video.

Wasn’t it just… Old Morgan, having received intel from the Dragon Country police, found the body of Little Morgan, whom J had killed? And then had his secretary collect a DNA sample to confirm the identity?

J had never been one for deep thinking, preferring to solve problems with brute force. But even so, he couldn’t see what other message the video might carry.

Seeing J’s puzzled expression, K shook his head with a hint of exasperation. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke with grave seriousness.

“They could’ve hidden the truth, but instead they chose to broadcast it.”

“This video was clearly made for The Organization and the public. It’s Old Morgan’s way of justifying whatever extreme actions he takes next to find the killer.”

“His only grandson is dead. His son passed away long ago. He’s the last of the Morgan family.”

“Cutting off his white hair—he claims it’s for DNA testing, but without the follicle, how can it be tested? Clearly, it’s symbolic.”

“He’s showing the world where he stands.”

“He’s now a man with nothing left to lose. He’s practically putting the knife to his own head. If anyone dares to stand in his way as he seeks revenge and hunts down the killer…”

“They’ll be facing the wrath of a crazed Morgan Financial Group and an Old Morgan who has nothing left to fear.”

“And that straight back of his—that’s his way of telling everyone that he hasn’t grown too old to fight. Don’t think he’s too weak to wield a blade.”

“Whoever tries to kick Morgan Financial Group while they’re down is going to pay a heavy price.”

“J, do you understand now?”

“That’s the real message behind Old Morgan releasing this video.”

“First, it’s a warning to everyone: he will stop at nothing to find the killer. He’s about to stir up a storm in the United States.”

“Second, it’s a message to those eyeing Morgan Financial Group. Yes, the heir is dead, but Old Morgan is still alive—and he can still stand tall.”

K’s analysis left J stunned. He was shocked and confused.

He never imagined that a seemingly simple video could carry so much meaning. He quickly asked,

“Brother K.”

“Then what should we do now?”

“What should we do?” K gently rubbed his fingers together, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip before continuing.

“Old Morgan has made his stance clear. He won’t rest until he finds the killer.”

“That means you’re in danger now. Very serious danger. Under pressure from Morgan Financial Group, the United States police will go all out to find the culprit.”

“But the only silver lining is… the Dragon Country Police probably haven’t released the full video yet. Otherwise, your little nightclub would’ve been shut down a long time ago.”

“If I’m not mistaken, those dogs from the Dragon Country are deliberately giving you time to run, creating an opportunity for a cross-border manhunt.”

“Just like the Professor said, with the power of the Morgan Financial Group behind him, that Su Ming will likely set foot on U.S. soil soon, with a gun aimed straight at us.”

“But before we deal with the Dragon Country Police, we have to make sure nothing happens to you. Only you. As for your subordinates, I don’t have the time or energy to babysit them.”

“Su Ming’s arrival is the real threat.”

“And I seriously doubt that once they’re found by the Morgan Financial Group and handed over to U.S. law enforcement—or even the military—they’ll be able to keep your name out of it.”

At this point, K pushed the glass of red wine across the table to J, eyes narrowed, speaking in a calm, measured tone.

“So now, after watching this video, seeing Old Morgan’s resolve, and getting a rough idea of what the Dragon Country Police are planning…”

“Do you still think you can protect those subordinates who know everything? How exactly are you going to do that?”