In any case, until he became strong enough to deter or combat Mossad, it was wiser for him to remain low—like a wretched predator lurking in the shadows.
Mossad's power in the underworld, along with its ruthless methods, was indeed terrifying. But what unsettled him most was the organization's sheer access to abundant resources.
They didn't need to act directly. A mere gesture of support to his enemies could topple everything he had built.
After all, that was how he rose to power in the first place—a nod of approval from them and his adversaries crumbled.
For that reason, he reined in his disdain toward the woman before him. Regardless of his beliefs or opinions, he wasn't foolish enough to provoke her.
Those Mossad bastards were probably itching for an excuse to make an example out of him—to kill the chicken and frighten the monkeys.
He wasn't about to stumble into their trap. If Mossad truly wanted deeper cooperation, they would have sent a man seasoned with age and wisdom.
