Jerome was the name of the scar-faced man who was tasked with observing every movement of the Sterling family. He had a little group with him, and together they had been surveilling the Sterling family members using any means possible.

Jerome was no ordinary guy. Having worked in an intelligence agency with an impeccable record, he then quit work so he could earn more money using his knowledge. Since then, he was wanted by many agencies around the world. Some countries offered as much as 800,000 dollars for his head, and 1 million dollars if he was captured alive.

Jerome now walked into a group of four young black men who were smoking weed in plain sight. They didn’t like his presence rubbing on them, especially how he kept licking on the ice cream with a straight face.

“Old pants, why don’t you go and suck on that cream somewhere else?” one of the guys said.

“Yeah, get your stinky ass out of here,” another guy blurted. They were all aged around twenty.

Jerome took out a bundle of cas