Chapter 939: Chapter 939 by Chestnut

Chapter 939 Must Be a Misunderstanding

Ronin and Withal arrived at the destination almost at the same time as Carlo. Luckily, they weren’t in disguise or wearing masks, which could have led to a confrontation.

Carlo frowned when he saw Ronin. ” What are you doing here?”

Ronin smiled. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

Withal, standing nearby, grew frustrated and puzzled. “Since our goals are the same, why bother with the details? Let’s work together and capture those four guys.”

Carlo’s appearance here was clearly at the behest of Branden, while Ronin had come for Catherine. Withal was right- they did share a common goal.

Ronin was about to retort but was stopped by Withal. “The bigger picture matters.”

After negotiations, both sides decided to act together.

The four men who had attacked Catherine were already injured during their escape. They had underestimated- Carlo, and they didn’t expect Ronin and Withal to join forces. Despite their skills, the four men were quickly captured.

However, a disagreement arose over the disposal of these four individuals.

“I must take them,” Carlo said sternly, his eyes cold and unwavering.

“In your dreams,” Ronin replied, showing no intention of letting go. These four had dared to attack Catherine, and he would let them off the hook. Since they dared to target Catherine, they had to be prepared for retaliation. He had already planned how to deal with them, and he didn’t allow Carlo to take them away.

Carlo, annoyed by Ronin’s arrogance, took the initiative to start the fight. Withal, witnessing the scuffle, felt a headache coming on. He didn’t intervene immediately because he knew Ronin had compromised earlier only because their goals aligned. Now, however, Ronin’s deep-seated hatred for these four individuals made it impossible for him to back down.

Approaching Carlo’s men, Withal said, “We’re on the same side. No need for violence. Carlo is hot-headed now. Why don’t you contact your boss and explain the situation?”

One of Carlo’s men glanced at Withal as if questioning why Withal hadn’t made the call.

Withal casually took out his phone, saying, “If you want me to contact him, fine. But you know, Catherine should be asleep right now. If she’s disturbed, someone will be in trouble.”

Realizing the consequences of disturbing Catherine, one of them went aside, likely to make the call.

Withal, composed, continued to observe while subtly guiding Ronin. Ronin had been his friend for years, so he felt obligated to help Ronin, especially considering Catherine hadn’t yet married Branden.

Withal’s years of understanding with Ronin allowed him to convey crucial instructions with just a few words. Ronin, who had been at a disadvantage, quickly gained the upper hand.

Carlo, infuriated, turned to glare at Withal. “Why don’t you join in? It would make things easier!”

Withal, maintaining a wry smile, responded, “That wouldn’t be appropriate. We’re acquainted. It wouldn’t look good if Catherine- thought we were ganging up on someone.”

Carlo was livid. The instructions Withal gave Ronin were no different from ganging up on him. It seemed these two were taking advantage of the situation.

Carlo and Ronin were still locked in a fierce battle when a few of Carlo’s men, having contacted Paxton, rushed over.

“Paxton says to hand the people over to Ronin,” one of Carlo’s men announced.

Carlo, taken aback, looked at his men in disbelief. Even though he was reluctant, he ultimately yielded to Paxton’s authority, allowing his men to hand the four individuals over to Ronin.

When Ronin attempted to provoke further, Withal restrained him and cautioned in a low voice, “Take the win. Ronin relented and gestured towards Carlo, a gesture of cooperation.

Despite Carlo’s initial reluctance, he couldn’t bring himself to hold a grudge, considering their prior relationship.

“Teach these four bastards a lesson,” Carlo reminded.

Ronin rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me what to do.”

The next day, four notorious international criminals voluntarily surrendered themselves at the police station, each looking worse than the other. They scrambled to enter the station as if their lives depended on it.

Not far away, there was a dark green SUV. Ronin sat in the front passenger seat, expressionless as he watched the four men enter the police station. ” Let’s go,” he said, and Withal stepped on the gas.

Ronin and Withal were planning to return to their base for rest, but Withal mentioned that he was hungry. “Ronin, I’ve been helping you for a day, you should treat me to a meal,” he said.

Ronin said generously, “Order whatever you want.”

With a triumphant smile, Withal drove to a high-end restaurant in Loxton.

Ronin, despite being quite wealthy, usually didn’t like to spend money, so Withal decided to do him a “favor.”

Withal called the restaurant manager, secured the best table, and ordered a variety of dishes. Just as he put down the menu, he noticed a familiar figure sitting not far away. He even wondered if he was seeing things.

Sensing Withal’s unease, Ronin teased, “Do you feel guilty for making me spend too much?”

His words brought Withal back to reality, and Withal awkwardly prepared to change the subject.

Noticing that Withal had been staring behind him, Ronin tried to turn around. Withal exclaimed, “Ronin, here’s the menu. You should order some dishes as well.”

Despite Withal’s attempt to stop him, Ronin insisted on looking back.

Knowing his efforts were in vain, Withal immediately sat next to him and firmly held him back, saying, “Ronin, calm down. It might be a misunderstanding.”