Don't talk about the future, just the present.
As Barry's helicopter withdrew, on the old bigoted woman's helicopter, the blond-haired, blue-eyed man reached out his hand, "Give it to me."
Harlan reached into his chest, only after quite a moment did he pull out a letter, gently caressing it, seemingly reluctant to let go.
In the eyes of the blond-haired, blue-eyed man, anger began to rise.
After a pause, Harlan resignedly smiled and handed the letter to the man.
The tall man nervously snatched the letter, anxiously looking at the flowing script of "For Jack" on the envelope, suddenly his eyes welled up with tears.
"You can get lost now." With those words said, Jack tightly clutched the envelope and headed toward the cockpit.
Once in the cockpit, Jack began anxiously tearing open the envelope.
"Boss, should we..." a subordinate asked for instructions.
"Withdraw." He never liked meddling in other's affairs, he had come only for this letter.
"Yes, Boss."
