I listened, but didn't take it to heart. People shouldn't get too arrogant; the higher they climb, the harder they fall.
I sat down and looked at Clark, saying, "You have two choices: either hand over the black money of The Clandestine Bank and you'll be safe, or I will find the money, and you won't be able to leave Summit City, and your Chamber of Commerce will face various sanctions because of you."
Clark poured himself a cup of tea, casually saying, "I, Clark, am a well-known figure, managing billions in The Clandestine Bank. Now, I'm being forced by a young kid to make a choice. Either option is unfavorable to me. I've already failed several times due to poor decisions. If I choose the first, humiliating option to hand over all the money, then there's no point in me staying in this circle, and I wouldn't have reached my current position."
He didn't outright refuse, but his words made it clear he was choosing the second option—to fight me to the bitter end.
