The boss held a newspaper, his eyes glancing up from above it without saying anything. He looked menacing and unfriendly.,Old Jack looked at the eyes, clearly suffering from cirrhosis and filled with blood vessels, and the particularly prominent beer belly, confirming that this guy was the one he was going to kill today.,After weighing his options repeatedly, he decided to pick up the phone first. Even if he didn't speak, at least he could hear who was on the other end.。