Chapter 88 - 87 Someone Blocks the Way_1

Chapter 88: Chapter 87 Someone Blocks the Way_1

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“Big brother, are you satisfied?”

In the darkness, Aron Jackson’s voice was devoid of any emotion.

“Your sister-in-law is a kind-hearted woman; let’s spare them this time.”

Julius Reed could clearly feel Quella Radcliffe trembling, even with earphones stuffed in his ears.

The people before them had been beaten to within an inch of their lives, some likely to spend the rest of their days in a wheelchair.

Sometimes, being alive is more painful than death.

“Drag them out! Dominating Tiger, demolish the Leopold Family’s real estate group for me tomorrow! At the same time, let it be known that whoever dares to work with these brothers is opposing me, Aron Jackson!”

Following Julius Reed’s instructions, Aron Jackson clapped his hands and began arranging his men to clear the scene.

Soon, the three men were dragged out like dead dogs and dumped on the road.

When the restaurant lights came on again, the patrons saw nothing but shattered tables, chairs, and glass strewn all over the floor.

Even the bloodstains had been meticulously cleaned up by people Dominating Tiger arranged.

“How’s Boss Yarrow doing lately?”

Downstairs in the restaurant, Julius Reed, hands in pockets, looked at Bridger Davenport with a smile.

He hadn’t taken a cent of those last few tens of billions; all of it was given to Aron Jackson. Maintaining such a large industry in Gonzalez City was indeed very costly.

“Our boss is doing very well.”

Bridger Davenport pushed his glasses up, his face betraying no emotion.

Yet inside, he was in turmoil. He had come with men today, and though he didn’t dare to make a move, he couldn’t be entirely uninvolved.

“What do you think, if I asked him for some money again, would Boss Yarrow still be doing well?”

Julius Reed patted Bridger Davenport’s cheek, saying with a smile, “You’re a smart man; you should know who’s stronger. If there ever comes a day when one side must disappear, I hope you make the right choice.”

After this remark, indifferent to Bridger Davenport’s pale face, he walked to the Rolls-Royce with Quella Radcliffe.

Aron Jackson’s men immediately rushed ahead to clear the way, ensuring their safety.

“Phew!”

As soon as Aron Jackson and Julius Reed drove off, Bridger Davenport’s suspended heart finally settled.

When Julius Reed mentioned asking Maurice Yarrow for money, his heart skipped a beat. Given their personalities, they were completely capable of doing such a thing. But thankfully, it was all a joke. “With so many of us, why should we be afraid of him?”

A follower asked, standing beside Bridger Davenport.

This man had followed Bridger Davenport for many years, and wherever they went, everyone respectfully called him Brother Davenport. With the Three Blade Group’s reputation, who wouldn’t show them this face?

But today, Bridger Davenport had not dared to speak up in response, enduring all of the insults and even the mocking attitude in silence.

This was too out of character!

“You know Noah Miller, don’t you?”

Bridger Davenport took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Old Man Miller the Weirdo! He’s an invincible force!”

Upon mentioning Noah Miller, the followers of the Three Blade Group’s eyes gleamed with admiration. Known as the War God, he had never lost a fight.

“Boss, why bring up Old Man Miller the Weirdo? Could it be that these two are related to him?”

The followers racked their brains, arriving at this as the only plausible explanation.

“In front of them, Old Man Miller can’t even stand up.”

Having said this, Bridger Davenport ignored the surprised looks of his followers and strode to his Mercedes.

“Return to the provincial city overnight!”

Bridger Davenport didn’t want to set foot in Gonzalez City, a place of trouble, ever again.

With all the experiences she had, Quella Radcliffe actually adapted.

After everything that occurred that evening, she felt no fear whatsoever and even discussed the day’s events with Julius Reed in the car.

Zade Radcliffe and the others would certainly not let matters rest; the next day’s board meeting was bound to be another storm of blood and fury.

“Screech!”

As the two of them were talking, the black Highlander that was leading the way suddenly stopped.

“Don’t move!”

Julius Reed hugged Quella Radcliffe tightly, his eyes fixated on the path ahead like an eagle.

Nothing had happened so far on the road, but the accident occurred precisely in this deserted stretch. He didn’t believe it was a coincidence.

“What’s going on!”

Aron Jackson immediately got out of the car and walked over to the Highlander nearby.

“Boss, a tree has fallen down ahead! Should we take a different path, or should a few of us move it?”

A follower pointed at the trunk lying in the middle of the road and asked. “There’s no wind today, so how could the tree have fallen for no reason?” Aron Jackson frowned, carefully surveying the surroundings.

“Big Brother, be careful!”

The follower, as if he had discovered something, lunged towards Aron Jackson!

Yet, just as he was about to reach Aron Jackson, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, flashing with cold light, the sharp blade slashing straight at Aron

Jackson’s neck!

Hiss!

Aron Jackson bent his legs and fiercely sent the follower flying!

“Who are you!”

He pulled out his pistol from his waist and pointed it at the follower who had been thrown onto the car.

“Heh, I knew you had some skill. But what does that matter, you’re going to die anyway! ”

Despite Aron Jackson’s threat, the man did not panic. He whistled towards the trees and shouted, “Konnor Beaumont, it’s your turn to make a move!” Whoosh!

No sooner had the man spoken than a piercing sound came from the trees!

“Damn!”

Aron Jackson suddenly pushed off the ground, disappearing from the spot at once!

Bang!

And where he’d just been standing, a fireball suddenly exploded!

“You stay here, I’ll step out for a moment.”

Inside the car, Julius Reed had seen everything clearly. He knew if he didn’t act now, Aron Jackson might be in trouble.

“Be careful!”

Quella Radcliffe grabbed his hand, her face tensing up again.

“In this world, no one can kill me.”

Julius Reed patted her head and got out of the car.

“Hello, gentlemen, good evening!”

With a figure swiftly passing by, the man who had been in the tree had already appeared on the street.

He was carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder, wearing sunglasses on his face, and a cigarette dangled from his mouth.

“Konnor Beaumont, if you’d been any later, I’d be meeting God right now.”

The man Aron Jackson had knocked down twisted his neck, yawned and stretched lazily.

“Mar, you useless thing, I don’t know why the commander would assign you to follow me! Other than causing me trouble, what good are you for?” Konnor Beaumont took a deep drag of his cigarette, a look of ecstasy on his face.

“What are you talking about! God! I’m a member of the Hades Canyon too! If you’re so great, why don’t you take over as my boss? Don’t think I want to cooperate with you, you maniac!”

Feeling belittled by his comrade’s words, Mar was embarrassed. His expertise lay in tracking and disguise; he couldn’t possibly compare to others in actual combat.

Without his meticulous planning, how could they have possibly made it to Gonzalez City by now? Or even precisely intercept them on this street!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Are you two done yet?”

Julius Reed slowly walked down from the car, looking at the two men in front of him.

The phrase “Hades Canyon” reminded him of Deep Cold, the Shadow Warrior organization that Frank, whom he killed, belonged to.

“Hey, boy, are you Julius Reed?”

Konnor Beaumont put out the cigarette in his hand, and then pulled a photograph from his pocket.

“That’s right! It’s you.”

After comparing for a moment, he crumpled the photograph into a ball and casually tossed it into the grass by the roadside..