Jenson bowed respectfully to Phantom. "Hello, Phantom. It''s good to see you. This is the son-inw I mentioned before, Dwight."


    Dwight looked calmly at Phantom, his expression unreadable as he greeted, "Hello, Phantom."


    Phantom''s gaze was cold, his eyes sizing up Dwight from head to toe. "So you''re Jenson''s son-inw?"


    Dwight nodded. "Yes, I am."


    Phantom continued to study Dwight for a moment, then suddenly said, "I swear I''ve seen you somewhere before. Have we met?


    Jenson chuckled. "You''re joking, right? Dwight couldn''t possibly have met someone like you! Maybe he just looks like someone you know."


    Phantom paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "You look a lot like a narcotics officer I met before."


    Mentioning the narcotics officer made Jenson''s face instantly change. "You mean the one that worked undercover?"


    "Yes, that man. Back then, when he came under mymand, I saw something in him right away. He was good at what he did, sharp-eyed, and even saved my life. I liked him, treated him like a brother...but he deceived me!"


    As Phantom spoke, his eyes darkened with a murderous glint.


    "He came after me with a purpose. He wanted me dead. I still can''t believe I couldn''t tell he was an undercover agent. Because of him, I suffered so many losses and almost died. See this scar on my face? He did this."


    Phantom smirked proudly, his expression twisted with satisfaction.


    "But in the end, he lost. That day, I had ten children from a nearby elementary school kidnapped, and sure enough, he showed up to save them. I had him burned alive so that he would lose his title as a narcotics officer. I wanted him to forever be known as a drug dealer, to be ridiculed by everyone. I wanted him to watch as those he once saved turned on him. Since he valued justice and wanted to be a hero so desperately, I turned him into a pitiful joke."


    As Phantom''s words hit Dwight''s ears, he stiffened and clenched his fists at his sides.


    Phantom was talking about his father.


    Herman had been an undercover narcotics officer, but everyone had called him a drug dealer. After Herman''s death, the worldbeled Dwight as the son of a drug dealer. His whole family was spat on by society.


    Yet, they had never lost faith.


    Now, standing before Phantom, Dwight was ready. He hade for vengeance.


    Jenson, of course, knew of the man Phantom was speaking of-the one whose actions had set their business back decades. He was a thorn in Phantom''s side, something that still hurt Phantom deeply.


    Jenson smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Alright, no need to be angry. That man is dead."


    Phantom looked at Dwight again, his eyes roaming over Dwight. "Well, you look a lot like him."


    Dwight''s expression remained neutral, and he replied coolly, "How so?"


    "Your eyes!" Phantom''s voice sharpened. "Your eyes are just like his-so determined!"


    Dwight tugged slightly at the corner of his mouth. "But I''m not him.”


    Jensonughed, trying to change the mood. "That''s right. Dwight is my son-in-w. I hold him in high regard, and I n to hand over all my business to him."


    Phantom opened his mouth to respond, but just then, the sound of sirens interrupted him.


    The two men in ck standing guard outside rushed in, panic evident in their faces. "The police are here!"


    "What?!" Phantom jumped to his feet, his expression darkening. How did they find


    me? No one knows my whereabouts. Who leaked my location?"


    His eyes immediately fell on Jenson and Dwight.


    "It was you two!"