One night, Jax suddenly woke up from his sleep feeling uneasy. He walked gradually towards the floorboard beneath his table.He pulled out a small metal box and placed it on the table.Inside were the few things he had kept from his old life. His company card, a broken watch, several photographs, and a picture of Haland headquarters.He picked up the company card. Jax Haland. He stared at his name before putting it down and picking up another photograph.Draven Quill."Ten years, and you're still getting on my nerves."He placed the photograph on the table. When Jax first arrived in the district, the only thoughts he had were about killing Draven. He wanted revenge, and he didn't care what happened afterward.Things had changed since then.Having spent ten years struggling to survive. He knew what it felt like to have no money, no connections, and nobody willing to help him.Jax leaned back in his chair. "You're enjoying yourself too much," he said, staring at the picture.He pause