Huh?
Alan Austinâs face instantly darkened upon hearing this abrupt voice.
White Mitchell!
That was White Mitchellâs voice, how could he possibly forget!
This bastard, must have come to mock him!
With this in mind, Alan Austin immediately spoke to White Mitchell in a rage, âGet out! Convict, scram!
This is the Imperial Group, a deadâ¦.â
A slap cut off Alan Austinâs words, courtesy of Mr. Longmanâs large, fan-like hand smashing across his face.
Hiss!
Dumbstruck, Alan sucked in a cold breath, looking at Mr. Longman with astonishment.
Grandy Anderson, who was next to them, quickly exclaimed, âMr. Longman, how could you just hitâ¦.â
With another slap, it was Amandaâs turn to strike. Her slender fingers exploded with terrifying strength, leaving a bright handprint on Grandy Andersonâs face.
âWhat, do I need to pick a date to slap you?â Amanda said emotionlessly.
âYou?!â
Both Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson were stunned. What exactly was happening? Why did Longman and Amanda hit them?
Could it be, they were defending White Mitchell?
Considering the words White Mitchell just spoke, the two of them felt their hearts sink.
Impossible, wasnât White Mitchell just a novice recently released from prison?
How could he possibly be the boss of Longman and Amanda?
It must be a lie, it has to be!
âImpossible, impossible, impossible!â Alan Austin could not bring himself to accept this reality.
After all, in his eyes, White Mitchell was just an ant under his foot. How could he possibly be the boss of Longman and Amanda?
Could it be that Longman and Amanda were hurrying to curry favor with White Mitchell because they had seen Sherry Jones secure the Nezzi New City Project?
It must be so, it must be so!
Thinking this, Alan Austin couldnât help but speak, âMr. Longman, Mr. Duke, just give me a little more time. In a few days, I can snatch the Nezzi New City project back.
What is White Mitchell compared to our Imperial Group? He is nothing!
If it werenât for Sherry Jones getting lucky, they would not have won the Nezzi New City Project.â
Upon hearing Alan Austinâs speech, both Longman and Amanda broke into simultaneous sneers, looking at Alan Austin as if he were an idiot.
Tock tock tockâ¦
At this moment, to Alan Austinâs surprise, White Mitchell calmly walked over.
Seeing this, Longman and Amanda stepped back, standing respectfully behind White Mitchell on either side.
Thisâ¦
Seeing this, Alan Austinâs face darkened again, looking worse than if he had swallowed a dead mouse.
âAlan Austin, my good âbrotherâ? Grandy Anderson, my âfiancéeâ? Huhâ¦â White Mitchell laughed coolly, but in the ears of Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson, it was filled with sarcasm.
âWhite Mitchell! What the hell do you think youâre doing? You really think the Nezzi New City Project can be taken over by little Sherry Jones?
In your dreams! The Nezzi New City project will eventually belong to me!
Even if you knew that Noah Weiden had sent an assassin for Sherry Jones, so what? Do you think you can stop Noah Weidenâs people?!â Alan Austin laughed coldly.
Noah Weiden?
Upon hearing this name, White Mitchell shook his head silently.
At this point, Longman, who was standing to one side, said, âAlan Austin, do you still dare to threaten Mr. Mitchell when youâre on the brink of death? Try opening the news and see for yourself.
An hour ago, in this world, Noah Weiden ceased to exist!
Stupid bastard!â
Whaâ¦. What?
âImpossible, youâre lying. How could Noah Weiden from the Twelve Flying Tigers of the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard beâ¦â Alan Austinâs face was filled with disbelief.
However, before he could finish speaking, Longman had already opened his mobile phone.
What was being broadcasted was news of Noah Weidenâs death, and he was killed on the orders of the Sayon armed forces!
Thisâ¦
Upon seeing the news, Alan Austin was so. It felt as if all his strength had been sapped out of him, and he wobbly stood up.
How could it be possible? Noah Weiden is dead? Noah Weiden was killed by the Sayon armed forces?
A dumbfounded Alan Austin, stared blankly at White Mitchell in front of him. The man seemed both familiar and yet so strange.
He suddenly felt that he couldnât see through White Mitchell anymore.
Yet, at this moment, White Mitchell spoke slowly and clearly, âSo? Surprised, arenât you? Noah Weiden is indeed deadâkilled by my own hand!â
Noah Weiden was killed by him!?!
Thatâs not possible, thereâs absolutely no way. With White Mitchellâs skill level, how could he have killed Noah Weiden?
Forget him, even Longman and Amanda standing beside him wouldnât have been able to do so.
Heâs bluffing, heâs trying to scare me!
Alan Austin believed with certitude that Noah Weiden couldnât have been killed by White Mitchell. It was likely that a hit man hired by Noah had been discovered and that the Sayon armed forces had cleansed their ranks of him as a result.
Damn Noah Weiden. Heâs so sloppy!
Alan Austin gnashed his teeth in anger. He was just one step away from killing Sherry and retrieving the Nezzi project.
But at this crucial moment, such a thing had happened, completely disrupting his plans.
âNoah Weiden, you fucking deserve to die!â Fury ablaze in his heart, Alan Austin cast a deadly glare at White Mitchell, itching to eat the man alive.
Facing an irate and frustrated Alan Austin, White Mitchell continued calmly, âDonât worry, Iâll let you live for now. Tomorrow, Iâll use your fresh blood to pay homage to my adoptive fatherâs spirit!
Of course, you can also try to mobilize all your forces to deal with me, but I promise you that no matter how many you bring tomorrow, they wonât be able to save you.
Tomorrow, 10 am, Sayon Cemetery, see you there!â
Having left these words, White Mitchell led Longman and the others away from the Imperial Group.
He was not worried about Alan piecing up any tricks, on the contrary, he was worried that Alan would not resort to any.
The fact that Alan had framed him years ago, indirectly leading to the death of his adoptive father, was surely not as straightforward.
Sparing Alanâs life for another day was a tactical move meant to corner Alan, giving him a chance to contact the person behind all this.
He would then pull out these people from the roots for his adoptive fatherâs spirit!
Meanwhile, just after White Mitchell had left, Alan Austin let out a roaring cry, glaring furiously at the departing White Mitchell.
âWhite Mitchell, you forced me into this!â With a vicious look on his face, Alan Austin turned around and walked into his office, slamming the door shut.
The next moment, Alan took out a mobile phone from a secret compartment in his office.
The phoneâs contact list had only one number. Without any hesitation, Alan called the number and said, âWhite Mitchell is back. Now that heâs got the backing of Nezziâs hierarchy, heâs pushing me into a corner.
I complied with everything you asked me to do. This time, no matter what, you have to help me. Iâll ensure once and for all that White Mitchell dies!
Iâm going to leave him without a place to be buried!!!â