Chapter 510 Clash With The Quintets North nodded. âIâll get Mommy to sign me up for martial arts class tomorrow, then!â
âOkay, but you shouldnât only be learning martial arts. You need to work on your knowledge too. That way, youâll be able to defeat any rival in love who comes your way,â Eugene added. North obediently nodded. âOkay.â
Late at night, Eugeneâs phone suddenly rang. He hastily declined the call. It turned out that he forgot to silence it earlier. He then glanced at North, who was deeply asleep, and mentally let out a long sigh. Fortunately, North hadnât woken up from the noise.
Clumsily, Eugene got out of bed. It wasnât until he reached the living room that he pulled out his phone and called the number from earlier. The phone only rang for a second before the call went through.
âHey, Mr. Nolan? Itâs me, Pele. The Quintets are gathered at Blue Sky Tower, looking to get payback on Mr. Mccarthy. Iâm worried that heâs going to get his face kicked in, so I called you. Hurry up and get here.â
Eugene was taken aback. Werenât The Quintets a little too reckless? He hadnât even gone and gotten revenge on them yet, and here they were, voluntarily delivering themselves to his doorstep?
âHas Brian done something again?â
âHe caught Tres today!â Pele answered.
At that, Eugene froze. When he was on the way back from Ruby Palace yesterday, he had received a call from Brian. When Brian asked him who robbed Olivia, he didnât intend to hide anything with Brian, so he told him who the culprit was. Though he hadnât thought that Brian would be so impulsive as to catch Tres without even so much as a discussion beforehand.
âHow many people are there?â
âA few dozen, probably. Every one of The Quintetsâ members have been deployed. The entire lobby is filled with their men. We donât even have twenty people here on our side,â Pele answered somewhat nervously.
âGot it. Iâll be there soon,â Eugene said. He then hung up and began to make the necessary preparations on his phone.
Before he left, Eugene returned to his room to look at the sleeping North. The boy even looked happy. It seemed that he wasnât having a nightmare. Eugene had thought he could spend the night with his child, but it turned out... That younger brother of his was even more worrying than his son...
Meanwhile, the lobby at Blue Sky Tower was in absolute chaos. Both sides had confronted each other and the situation was tense, as though rivers of blood would begin to flow the moment someone made a mistake.
A man stood at the head of The Quintets, short as a barrel but as thick as two of them. He was the second-highest guy in the hierarchy, and everyone called him Dos. Dos was a man with an explosive temper, and he was also explosive, worthy of his rank as number two in The Quintets.
Right now, he was yelling his heart out as he pointed at Brian. âQuit yer jabbering and let Tres go, or Iâm gonna mop the floor with your blood.â
Brian lowered his gaze and chuckled, all while making himself look inoffensive. âYouâre not all that tall, yet you talk big. If you wish to stay here and join your buddy, well, I can make that wish come true!â
Dos guffawed wildly. âHahaha... Youâre dreaming, right? Are you blind? Do you see how many people I have here?â
âSo what? You still wonât win against me with those numbers!â Brian replied flippantly.
Dosâ eyes nearly bugged out of his skull from anger as he pointed at Brian and screamed. âHoly f*cking hell, youâre a madman.
Boys, get him. Iâm gonna make you know the reason why roses are red!â
Brian also urged his own men forward. âGo. For each of Dosâ men you capture, youâll get a million in cash!â
Dos did not want to back down either, for he yelled at his followers, âBoys, grab Brian. Iâll give 10 million to whoever that manages to do so. Get him!â
Both sides immediately charged at each other. The noise rattled the room. Right at this crucial moment, a cold and sarcastic voice rang out from outside. âSuch big words!â
Everyoneâs gazes swiveled toward the voice the moment they heard that. A man proceeded to stride in. He was tall, and his legs were long. Clad in a windbreaker, the man exuded a harsh, frigid aura. A murderous look was written all over his face. Who else could this be, other than Eugene?