Chapter 1315: Chapter 1317 How Dare He Mess With My People

Benjamin looked at the Volvo and thought that if Waylon liked Doris, then Daniel was indeed a tough competitor!

“Have you found out who the owner of the Audi A8 is?” Waylon asked the traffic police.

“The owner is named Brock Zaldivar,” the traffic police replied. “We’re currently investigating who he had contact with today.”

Shortly after, another traffic police officer said, “There’s someone named Raymond Zaneveld who had frequent contact with Brock today. It seems that this Raymond is suspicious, and we’ve already notified. the local criminal investigation department.”

“Raymond Zaneveld?” Waylon and Benjamin both furrowed their brows, exchanging a glance.

“Got it!” Waylon suddenly got into his car in a rage.

“Waylon!” Benjamin called out, “Where are you going?

Before closing the car door, Waylon said to Benjamin, “Call on the road and inform me of Raymond’s location as quickly as possible!”

“Understood,” Benjamin replied. “Be careful!”

He knew that Waylon was going straight to find Raymond. The scion with a powerful family had certainly. dug his own grave by daring to provoke who he shouldn’t have.

Waylon sped back to Struyria, with Benjamin following closely behind. Meanwhile, Benjamin contacted Eric. “At the fastest speed, find the location of Director Zaneveld’s son, Raymond. Waylon is in urgent need of it.”

“Understood, Mr. Benjamin!” Eric acknowledged and immediately got to work.

In less than ten minutes, Waylon received a call from Benjamin.

“Speak! Where is the b*stard?”

“At Golden Memories, Room 19 on the 4th floor,” Benjamin replied.

“Right!” Waylon responded.

“Waylon,” Benjamin said, “Gently does it!”

“What can his father do even if I kill him?!” Waylon said through gnashed teeth. “How dare he mess with my people?!”

My people? Benjamin smirked on the other end of the line, thinking the blockhead had finally admitted that Doris was his.

Half an hour later, a Maybach and a Bentley pulled into the underground parking lot of Golden Memories.

Waylon got out of his car, loosening his tie as he strode purposefully toward the elevator By the time Benjamin reached the elevator, it had already started going up, so he could only wait for the next one.

Waylon took the elevator straight to the 4th floor, and after arriving before the door of Room 19, he kicked it open with a thunderous bang!

Inside the dimly lit private room, several people were drinking and having a good time, creating a chaotic. scene. As the door was kicked open, someone yelled, “Who goes there? Are you looking for trouble?!”

Casually, a burly man approached, reaching out to push Waylon. “Did you kick the door? Do you f*cking want- To die?

Before he could finish his words, the nearly 200-pound man had already been lifted by Waylon and thrown inside, landing squarely on a glass coffee table, which promptly shattered.

The man fell hard, and everyone on the surrounding couches was terrified. They all jumped up, and the room filled with chairs scraping and people stumbling Someone, with a bit more courage, shouted, “Who the hell are you? Don’t you know that Mr. Raymond is in here?!”

“He is exactly who I’m looking for!” Waylon stood there like an imposing god, his voice filled with murderous intent. “Tell Raymond to get the f*ck out here!”

Raymond saw Waylon in the dimly lit room and was completely shocked. He knew exactly what he did.

but he couldn’t believe Waylon had come for him.

Raymond had a bad feeling about this. His fingers and shins had just been healed, and everyone was celebrating his recovery. He never expected Waylon to show up like this, like a vengeful god descending from the heavens.

Seeing a figure trembling in the corner, presumably trying to escape, Waylon was certain that it was Raymond. To be honest, he couldn’t quite remember his face after just one brief encounter.

Without hesitation, Waylon took a step forward, grabbed Raymond by the back of his neck, and then, with swift motion of his wrist, threw Raymond to the ground with a loud crash.

Before Raymond could say a word, Waylon broke both of Raymond’s arms with a couple of resounding cracks, followed by snapping both of Raymond’s legs. Again, a couple of resounding cracks followed.

Raymond couldn’t even muffle a groan before he passed out from the excruciating pain. However, in the next second, Waylon picked up a beer bottle and poured the ice-cold beer onto Raymond’s face, forcing him to regain consciousness.

With a hoarse voice and barely audible words, Raymond begged, “Have mercy…”

“Sure,” Waylon growled through gnashed teeth. “If you tell your people to leave Doris and Daniel alone.

If they dare even lay a finger on them, I will wipe out your entire family!”