Chapter 132

At the same time, Owen and Benjamin charged upstairs, each holding a chair leg. “What the fuck?”

When Owen saw how Carlisle’s shirt had been tugged open and how there were scratches on his face,

he ran over to them, wanting to smash the chair leg on Jake.

Carlisle stopped him. He panted as he said, “Forget it.”

Benjamin pointed at Jake with his chair leg. “You’d better fucking watch yourself, fucker!”

Just then, Heath came running upstairs with a bunch of men. They held either beer bottles or steel bars

they’d taken from the windows.

Jake spat out a mouthful of blood and yelled, “You guys are the ones who should watch out! My boss

won’t let you off the hook!”

Heath lit a cigarette. He narrowed his eyes and asked, “And who would that be?”

Jake snorted. “Wendell Webb, Starlight Bay’s top dog.”

Heath and Benjamin were taken aback when they heard Wendell’s name. Then, they burst into

laughter.

“W–What are you guys laughing at?” Jake was baffled.

Wendell was infamous in Starlight Bay. All the karaoke places and bars in the area were under his

watch. It would only take a single command from him to have dozens of men by his side.

Heath took a drag of his cigarette. “Wendell used to be under me.”

Jake’s pupils constricted. He stared incredulously at Heath and asked, “You… What’s your name?”

“Heath Walton, also known as Prince Heath!” Heath swung the chair leg behind him, resting it on his

shoulder.

Prince Heath? Jake felt a chill run down his spine.

Wendell had indeed mentioned that name in the past. According to Wendell, Heath had joined Horace’s

gang at the age of 15. At his peak, he’d had more than 200 people reporting to him.

The most fearful thing about him was that he enjoyed slicing people’s fingers and toes off. The mere

thought of it made Jake shudder.

Heath had gone missing after Horace jumped off a building. Wendell said he was still in Riverland; he

just rarely made any appearances.

Jake never would’ve expected to run into Heath in a place like this. He said tremulously, “I’m sorry,

Heath…

“Let’s get back to work.” Heath waved a hand and led the people he’d brought downstairs.

“Holler for us if anything happens, Carl. I’m gonna get back to work!” Owen left after saying that.

“If you dare piss Carl off again, I’ll snap your legs in half!” Benjamin snarled as he glared at Jake before

leaving as well.

Jake trembled all over as cold sweat beaded over his swollen face.

Carlisle pulled an office chair over and sat before him. His tone was icy as he said, “Don’t act like

you’re a

big deal when you’re fucking worthless, brat.

“Do you think Heath’s that powerful? He was only one of Horace’s lackeys.

“Did

powerful? Look at how someone destroyed

you think Horace was his family and made him commit suicide. Do you think you can ever become half

as powerful as Horace was?

“And so what if you do get there? Those who are truly powerful can take you down without even

showing

their faces!

“We live in a law–abiding society now–taking the lawless path won’t get you anywhere!”

Carlisle’s every word hit Jake where it hurt. He hung his head, not daring to meet Carlisle’s gaze.

Winston handed him a bag of tissues. “Wipe off the blood. No one’s cared about you since you were a

child, so you’re used to running wild and being arrogant.

“Mr. Zahn’s given you a precious life lesson today. Do you think it’s that easy to survive as a gang

member? Think about how Ivan quit that life to open up an internet cafe.”

Jake grabbed some tissues and wiped the blood trickling from his nose. He started crying as he wiped.

Carlisle couldn’t be bothered to watch him cry. He brought Sunny downstairs with him to Team

Legendary’s area.

They’d just gotten downstairs when Hank approached them excitedly.

“Carl, there’s a phone manufacturer in Stoneville who made a run for it with his sister–in–law. We

should hurry over there to check things out!”