Seeing that Frank was willing to cooperate, a cold smile appeared on Harold's face.

He picked up a Thorne Group briefing and pointed his finger at several key projects. "Thorn Group's three flagship projects in New York: the Hudson River waterfront renovation preliminary project, the Brooklyn Old Pier smart storage center, and the high-end residential buildings on Central Park South... Don't let them progress too smoothly. As Reebok's chief financial officer, you know best where their weaknesses lie."

He leaned forward slightly, each word carrying a suffocating weight: "I'm going to make sure Ribbs doesn't make a penny in New York... and I'm going to lose a large portion of my cash flow!"

Frank understood instantly that Harold not only wanted to attack the Thorne Group, but also wanted to severely trample on the foundation that Reeves had just established in New York, making him overwhelmed and proving to the outside world and the Nightingale Club that Reeves' foundation was unstable and useless!

"This... is very risky! Reeves will..." Frank instinctively wanted to shirk responsibility.

"Risk?" Harold interrupted with a sneer. "Is risk something you should be worried about? Frank, think about who has the right to choose whether you can walk out of this manor alive?"

Frank's face was ashen, knowing that he had already embarked on a path of no return. He nodded with difficulty.

Problems with these projects are nothing to Ribbs; at most he would just lose some money.

But Harold's appetite went far beyond that.

He continued, "Secondly, I want the tax evasion records for all of Reeves' businesses over the past five years, focusing on money laundering through charities, security, construction projects, etc... This includes the Black Rabbit Casino, Black Rabbit Security, and the infamous 'Blue Roof Project'..."

Frank's heart sank with every word Harold said.

These are the deepest dirt in the Libus Empire, nuclear bombs that are enough to instantly destroy him and the huge system he built.

Frank was really scared and asked hesitantly: "What...what do you want these for..."

"Of course, it completely crushed Reeves," Harold said grimly. "The final destination of these documents and data is the Federal Internal Revenue Service (IRS)."

Frank gasped!

IRS! In the United States, no force dares to confront the IRS head-on.

Even someone as powerful as Reeves would be doomed if he were targeted by the IRS, coupled with such detailed and highly incriminating evidence! This move, cutting off the source of his financial support, truly targeted Reeves's vital point—his economic foundation.

"This... No! Reeves will know it's me immediately! He will tear me... into pieces..." Frank almost collapsed to the ground. The huge fear made him unable to breathe.

"Tear into pieces?" Harold stood up, his expression unmistakable and cold. "That's if he can survive the IRS investigation! Once the materials are handed over, will he still care about you?"

He turned slowly, a look of almost cruel amusement on his face.

"Of course, to ensure our pleasant cooperation and for you to always remind yourself... to make wise choices..." Harold spoke slowly, his eyes turning to the corner of the study where a Persian carpet was placed next to the floor-to-ceiling window - there, a pure white Siberian long-haired cat was lazily licking its paws.

Harold, with a creepy smile on his face, snapped his right thumb and middle finger elegantly and lightly at Frank.

"Snap." The sound of snapping fingers was crisp.

Almost at the same time!

boom!!!

A dull explosion ripped through the silence of the study! A cloud of scarlet blood mist instantly exploded where the beautiful white cat was!

The immense force of the impact sent shattered internal organs, bone fragments, and fur flying everywhere! The strong smell of blood and burning instantly overwhelmed the original aroma of cigars and leather in the study!

Frank felt a sharp pain in his ears, and his body was thrown back a step, hitting the edge of the heavy desk! He subconsciously used his arms to shield his face. The pungent smell of gunpowder and the strong, nauseating sweet smell penetrated his nostrils—blood! Cat's blood!

The cat, which was still alive a few seconds ago, didn't even have time to scream before it was precisely and thoroughly wiped out from five meters away, turning into blood, flesh and bone fragments splattered all over the ground!

Harold flicked the tip of his shoe, which was stained with a little scarlet, expressionlessly, as if brushing off a tiny speck of dust.

"Don't worry, Frank."

Harold said to Frank, who was stunned and pale, "As you can see, this is just a small biological experiment. The target's overactivity will trigger a little...protection mechanism. Of course, it won't harm you, as long as you are...behaved enough."

He winked at the bodyguard in a suit standing quietly beside him.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward, holding a flat metal piece the size of a lighter, matte black, with polished edges like a high-end jewelry. There was a super-sticky medical tape and a very small metal buckle on the back.

As Frank's eyes were fixed on him with extreme fear and he couldn't focus, the bodyguard expressionlessly lifted up the hem of his suit and, through his shirt, accurately placed the cold, lighter-sized flat black metal piece against the critical area of ​​his left lower back near his hip bone!

A strong, cold, sticky feeling pierced through the thin shirt! Then, the bodyguard expertly fastened the small buckle to the metal ring of Frank's expensive belt! A perfect fit, a perfect disguise!

Frank's whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and he felt like there was a brand of death around his waist!

"Now, it's yours." Harold admired Frank's expression and said slowly, "A souvenir... that incorporates nano-pickup technology. It will faithfully let me hear your every word and action. Its power is enough to transform this part of you... including your internal organs... into the shape of the cat just now."

Harold leaned forward slightly, his tone gentle but every word piercing: "I'm warning you, don't try to remove it by force... This little thing's reaction speed is enough to let you experience what partial shattering is. Do you understand?"

"It... this thing... it will..." Frank's lips trembled so much that he couldn't form a sentence, and his stomach was churning.

"It will stay with you for 24 hours." Harold interrupted him, his tone unquestionable.

Frank felt like he was about to faint! The cleverly disguised death device on his waist could turn him into a splattering mass of flesh and blood at any moment!

Whether he provided evidence to betray Ribs, failed to complete Harold's mission, or just accidentally touched that button...it seemed that he was doomed to die!

Now, he has completely become Harold's puppet, and he has no choice but to listen to Harold's words in everything.