Chapter 68: The Hitman
Chapter 68: The Hitman
In the end, Mr. Jobav didn’t immediately hire a hitman. Instead, he picked up the phone and called Cohen, a senior member of the Camille Gang.
Cohen and Jobav hailed from the same region, making them quasi-hometown acquaintances. With Jobav’s financial support, Cohen had climbed the ranks to his current position.
In the Federation—or anywhere in the world, for that matter—money was the foundation for advancement, whether in politics, business, or gangs. In the underworld, gaining influence required tangible benefits to rally supporters.
Though their relationship was cordial, Jobav and the Camille Gang were not closely tied.
When Cohen received Jobav’s call, he was reclining in his chair, a young woman kneeling before him. With his head tilted back and eyes half-closed, he answered lazily, “Mr. Jobav, what can I do for you?”
The use of "Mr. Jobav" was Cohen’s way of sounding familiar, even deferential.
Jobav glanced at the receiver, feeling the situation was absurd. “If you’re busy, I can call back later.”
“Busy?” Cohen chuckled. “Not at all, both hands are free! What can I help you with today?”