Chapter 2478 Threat

What troubled Bach the most was not Tago's violent tendencies.

It's his distrust of himself and the company.

Now every time Bach says that the company can handle his affairs, Tago always retorts fiercely. If they can really handle it, he won't have to hide abroad.

This made Bach not know how to refute every time, because at this moment he had no reason to refute.

Madeko Pavich did disappoint him a bit.

In the past, Madeko Pavich took action and it didn't take three days to solve the problem.

But this time it has been ten days, but I still haven't received any reply, not even any news.

He went to see Madeko Pavich a few days ago.

The attitude shown by Madeko Pavich was the same as Tago's, with anxiety, irritability, and inexplicable fear.

This caused some changes in Bach's psychology.

He no longer trusts his boss that much.

The all-powerful boss seems to be in trouble too.

Today, Tago is losing control and going crazy again.

Although he didn't hit anyone, Bach heard Tago roaring loudly in the living room as soon as he entered the villa.

The servant was facing Tago submissively.

Bach suddenly felt tired.

Fortunately, the servant was scared and was not beaten by Tiger.

Bach was planning to go in when Tago was calm and talk to Tago about what was on his mind.

But a phone call interrupted Bach's thoughts.

"Hello, I'm Bach, who are you?"

"Mr. Bach, would you be interested in coming out for a casual meal?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in eating with strangers." Bach said and wanted to hang up the phone.

"Mr. Bach, I appreciate your attitude, but I hope you can have this tough attitude when you are in prison."

"Who are you? What do you mean by this? Are you threatening me? Do you know what this means?" Veins popped up on Bach's forehead.

threaten? This isn't the first time he's been threatened.

But he is not afraid, and he is not a young man new to society.

Working hard in the brokerage industry.

He has seen too many people and too many methods.

He won't be frightened by a mere word.

"I found a former sprinter named Lonka Dallas, and we had a great chat. I heard many stories about Mr. Bach from his mouth."

"Lonca Dallas?"

Bach's eyelids jumped. It was a sprinter that Bach had trained three years ago.

Lonca Dallas had his brief moment of glory.

However, his career was ultimately ruined by drugs and various scandals.

"That guy is just a loser, a down and out loser. I don't know how much money you gave him, but I don't think anyone will believe him no matter what he says." Bach said disdainfully.

Ronca Dallas does know many of his secrets.

But as long as Lonca Dallas can't produce definite evidence, everything will be meaningless.

How could Bach let an outcast take control of him?

If he really had his own reasons, Lonca Dallas wouldn't be alive now.

"It is true that no one will believe his words, but I will create convincing evidence, especially evidence that convinces the judge. Oh, by the way, my name is Alex, and I am now the largest law firm in Southern California. The boss of the place.”

Bach's face suddenly darkened: "Miss Lawyer, you shouldn't mess with me."

"Mr. Bach, because what you said scares me, I think you're going to die in jail, and within three days you're going to be in jail without any real charges, you know, that's what I do ’, and then within the next week, you’re going to have an accident in jail.”

Alex has never been a proper lawyer. If she was truly a pure lawyer, she would never be able to succeed in this country.

She knows very well that when you face a villain, you need more than the law.

"Miss Lawyer, do you think I have no power in prison? You picked the wrong opponent."

"Well, I know you have Los Angeles No. 1 Prison, No. 3 Prison, and Barrack Prison... But I also know that your assets are only two million U.S. dollars. How much cash can you use to protect yourself with these two million U.S. dollars in assets? And I can buy your head for twice or twice as much as your net worth, maybe ten times.”

Bach's face froze, and after a long silence, he said: "Lawyer, I'm not worth that much money. If you give me two million dollars, I will personally hand my head into your hands."

Bach was already submissive in disguise.

He does have connections, he's not afraid to go to the police, he's not afraid to go to jail.

Because he can settle those troubles and come out safely no matter where he goes.

But those connections are not within his own control.

If someone offered more money to embarrass him, or even directly bought his head, there would probably be a lot of people willing to help.

Bach was in the dark, so he knew its horror better than anyone else.

"Now do I have the honor to treat you to a meal?"

"Of course, you decide the place and time, and I'll treat you to the meal."

"Just for today, I have reserved a private room at Marina Restaurant."

Bach felt a little heavy in his heart. The other party was obviously convinced of him.

Otherwise, how could you have reserved a private room at Marina Restaurant in advance?

Bach has been to Marina Restaurant more than once, and he knows that the rules there are quite strict.

You need to make an appointment at least a few days in advance.

And he didn't know where he had offended the barrister.

In this country, you can go against anyone, even the president.

But there are two kinds of people you must not mess with. One is reporters, and they are the uncrowned kings.

The other one is the lawyers, they are gangsters, scoundrels, villains.

Even real gangsters don't want lawyers.

They wielded the big stick of the law and turned over the lambs one after another.

He wanted to find out what the female lawyer was going to do.

The other party's target is definitely not him.

If the target of the other party is him, it is not a matter of calling him.

Instead, send him directly to prison.

Bach really didn't have the confidence to compete with someone who controlled a law firm.

After all, he has too many black spots.

Some black spots can even be fatal.

Becoming an enemy of an entire law firm may cost you not only your freedom, but also your precious life.

So after a wave at the beginning, Bach decisively gave in.

There is no shame in giving in.

Those who would rather break than bend are not suitable for living in this society, or even for living.

Bach glanced at Tago in the living room, turned around and left silently.