Bentley Flying Spur

“You choose the wrong person to go up against with, too bad you will not be alive to regret it,” Mr Clark sneered cleaning off the sand on his clothes.

The cars reached the entrance and parked recklessly, the men jumped out swiftly like soldiers, a total of fifteen men all together. They were all armed with various guns. Why won’t they have different kinds of guns? Their boss was an arms dealer after all.

They were led by Eddie, the man that earlier came to Mr Clark’s office to report the ambush by K2 on him and his men. He quickly paced towards them, the men closely following behind, their faces as cold as an iceberg.

Eddie’s lip tightened and his brows furrowed when he saw his colleagues on the floor groaning in pain. “Are we too late, Mr Clark?”

“No, Eddie, you are just on time,” he sneered.

“But where are the gang members that did this,” Eddie asked perplexed, gesturing towards the men on the floor.

“There are not gang members, Casper and his men are worthless. They couldn’t eve
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