Chapter 599 Video?
A whole half-hour video.
At the start, Constantine and Lester were just sipping coffee and chatting.
But then, Lester started feeling worse and got into a fight with Constantine.
Constantine ended up choking Lester with his elbow.
Three minutes later, Lester was dead.
No way!
Brent had said earlier that his dad, Lester, was blamed for the deaths in the Rigal Sports Complex fire, got arrested, and died in prison.
So if the guy in the video is Lester, who died in prison?
Ryder was full of questions now.
And there was no mention of his dad, John.
Some parts of the video were hard to hear, probably because they were blurred out.
And another thing: how did Uncle Ryan know about the stuff in the video about his dad?
"This video isn't the original, is it?"
Damon shivered at Ryder's question. "You can't blame me for that. My dad said this video involves a lot of people, and some parts weren't suitable for exposure, so they were blurred before using it to threaten the Young family!"
"Can it be restored?" Ryder asked.
Damon shook his head. "My dad's a top hacker. Unless someone better than him comes along, which is super unlikely! Remember that 'ransomware' that messed with governments worldwide? Guess who made it? My dad!"
Ryder and Ryan both gave a thumbs up.
But then.
Ryan grinned mischievously. "You're still hiding something from us! You know what's in the parts that can't be mentioned, right?"
"I don't know. It was already edited when my dad gave it to me."
"Really? Do you know someone named John?"
Damon looked shocked. "How do you know John was mentioned in the video?"
Damon quickly covered his mouth, his eyes darting around.
Oh no, did he just spill something?
Ryder and Ryan exchanged a smile.
Ryder stared at Damon.
Damon shrank back. "Ryder, don't look at me like that! I'm scared!"
"Be honest, what did Constantine and Lester talk about?"
Damon bit his lip. He hesitated, should he say it or not?
"You all go out and get some medicine for your heads. Also, tell the two security guards at the door not to let anyone in without my permission! Don't worry, these two are my partners, no problem!"
"Yes!" The ten female bodyguards had already gotten up from the ground.
Apart from some dizziness, they were fine.
Upon hearing Damon's order, they all left.
The door closed.
Only Ryder, Ryan, and Damon were left in the conference room.
"What's this John to you?"
Ryder spoke up, "I'm his son."
"Really? That's awesome! Wait a sec!" Damon's eyes lit up.
He then ran to a corner of the conference room with his short legs.
He pressed a switch on the wall.
Soon, the wall changed, revealing a safe as tall as him.
Damon used his fingerprint to open the safe, revealing a security box.
Then Damon performed an iris scan.
Another smaller security box appeared.
"Is this a Russian nesting doll?" Ryan joked.
Ryder just nodded, not giving much away.
But he was getting more and more curious about what was inside the safe that needed such a complicated password.
Finally, after Damon opened it twenty-eight times, a small black wooden box appeared before them.
The box was tiny, completely black, with no carvings, but it looked pretty old.
Ryder knew this box well. He already had two of them. One from an auction in Houston by chance, the other from Mark's house in Houston.
But this box was weird. It looked like a wooden box but couldn't be opened, so no one knew what was inside.
And if you tried to force it open, you might destroy whatever valuable thing was inside!
Not worth the risk!
But this thing was definitely important.
When Ryder was younger than Damon, at eight years old, he was still called Ryder Jones, living with the Jones family.
On Nolan Jones's sixtieth birthday, someone brought this ebony box, and Nolan was thrilled to see it, while he didn't care about those antiques worth over a hundred million dollars.
Childhood memories came rushing back.
Ryder felt a pang of sadness.
Nolan had treated him, his eldest grandson, quite well. He wondered how Nolan had been in recent years.
"I'll leave this box with you! Finally, I can get rid of this thing!"
Damon handed the box to Ryder, looking relieved.
Ryder was puzzled. "You're just giving it to me?"
"Yes, my dad said to give it to someone who knows John! You have no idea, all these years I've been dropping hints about John, just waiting for someone related to John to come and take this ebony box! And you're John's son, so it's perfect!"
"I'm eleven now, and since I was eight, I've been guarding this ebony box on my dad's orders. I had to hire better people to protect me, and I didn't dare to go out and play! Afraid that I might get killed!"
"I'm still so young, at least I want to meet the woman I love and who loves me, someone who would be willing to die with me!"
Damon's words were innocent yet tinged with bitterness.
Ryder couldn't help but look at the little boy Damon with new respect.
At eight, he bore a burden that most people couldn't handle!
Now at eleven, he spoke like an adult!
Such a smart kid was very rare.
Ryder couldn't help but tease him.
He asked, "But, you just believed me when I said I'm John's son?"
Damon's mouth dropped open. "What do you mean? Are you not John's son? No way, give me the box back!"
Ryder clutched the box to his chest. "No way, once it's in my hands, it's mine!"
"You're despicable!" Damon gritted his teeth. "Take it then, but I'll spread the word that you have the ebony box, let's see if the nobles in Capital City will let you off!"
Ryan also joined in, threatening. "Then we'll just kill you now! Won't that solve everything?"
Damon stomped his feet in frustration upon hearing this. "You want to play hardball, huh! I'll tell you, there's a bomb in this conference room, we can all go down together, and finding a woman can wait for the next life!"
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