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.,"Hello, is this Mr. Jack I'm so sorry to bother you, but I wanted to confirm, have you... finished... "。