Ron wanted to call for his protection as usual, but the pain seemed to make him more alert.He thought of someone he felt more suitable to deal with, Scott!Without hesitation, he pressed the phone and shouted, "Cousin, you have to take charge. Someone dared to hit me!"A familiar, disdainful voice echoed from the phone, "How dare this person?! Clearly, they don't respect the Smith family. Quick, where are you?!"However, it was Brando's voice.Scott couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly. Ron quickly reported the name of the store, then abruptly hung up the phone. It was evident that Brando was quickly heading towards their store.Ron was still writhing in pain on the ground. After a while, he could have stood up, but he certainly wouldn't do so now. He wanted his cousin to see his current state before severely punishing Scott!Anyway, Ron was confident that someone like Scott couldn't resist the power of the Smith family!At this moment, Brando had arrived, confidently ente
Scott and Jennifer return to the hotel. The top floor of the hotel has been reserved by Scott so that they can work conveniently without much disturbance. Jennifer goes back to her room and starts organizing her work. She has enjoyed the day out, and it's time for her to switch to work mode.Scott sits in his room, his eyes gazing out the window as if lost in thought. At this moment, a knocking sound suddenly echoes, accompanied by Walter's voice: "Chairman, are you in there?" Scott maintains his posture, almost instantly responding, "Come in."Walter enters, seeing Scott sitting and looking out the window. He doesn't comment on it and proceeds to report, "Chairman, we are planning to organize a real estate cooperation project bidding session three days from now. Meeting each family one by one in this city is not efficient. Organizing a bidding session, where the one offering higher and more suitable benefits will be considered for collaboration, will be much faster. At the same
"No, not an alliance with the Henry family, but an alliance with me, Taylor Henry," Taylor said confidently. Scott couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly, his gaze showing a hint of depth.In a calm tone, Scott asked, "What do you have for me to collaborate with you?" It wasn't that Scott looked down on Taylor, but when it came to collaboration, he always prioritized those with both power and intelligence. Intelligence alone couldn't bring quick results for him.Taylor didn't hide anything. He directly stated, "Star A Corporation is under my ownership." Hearing this, Scott couldn't help but raise his eyebrow a bit more; this time, he was genuinely surprised.It was known that Star A Corporation was a renowned conglomerate built from scratch, with no backing from any prominent family. Established for five years, the corporation had faced pressure from various families, yet it stood strong without collapsing. Currently, it has branches in several cities. Though unspoken, the
Only seeing Scott suddenly lift his head, his lips slightly curled in a faint smile.His deep, pitch-black eyes seemed to emit a chilling and terrifying light, appearing both cold and enthusiastic.It was difficult to discern the meaning behind this smile of his.He simply stepped forward slightly, the gun's muzzle immediately touching his forehead.He raised his hand lightning-fast, grabbing the gun barrel. His voice, devilishly gentle, said, "Go ahead, I'm really looking forward to it."The gunman hesitated for a moment, almost squeezing the trigger.Others reacted, and Taylor, on the side, felt his breath hitch.He dared not imagine what would happen if Scott died here; he and Star A Corporation would fall into a revenge plot.However, Scott didn't even give him a chance to talk.The gangsters were also getting agitated.Their mission was just to beat someone up; the people sent here were inexperienced in the organization.If they were people with higher authority and a bit of int
The black official vehicle blended into the darkness, swiftly appearing at a large villa on the outskirts of the city. Despite its grandeur, the villa did not belong to the wealthy neighborhood; its architectural beauty was modest, and the dense surrounding forest gave it an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.It couldn't be denied that this place was well-suited for a murder and body disposal operation, seemingly shrouded in an otherworldly ambiance. However, Scott had no intention of engaging in such activities.The vehicle continued to drive into the villa's courtyard before coming to a stop. Scott descended slowly. Despite the recent bloody battle, not a trace of blood clung to his body. As he stepped inside the villa, the temporary caretaker and one of Scott's most loyal subordinates, Ayer, emerged, offering a damp towel.Scott took the towel and wiped his hands, then asked in a low voice, "How are things?"Ayer was the tall man with peculiar scars on his leather-like skin, the
This morning, upon hearing the news that Scott had a confrontation with someone at the bar, Jennifer was truly furious. To make matters worse, Walter called her early in the morning, questioning why she didn't protect Scott more carefully.Jennifer felt extremely frustrated. How could she have known that Scott, going to the bar for work-related discussions, would attract trouble from an unknown gang?If she knew who was responsible for this, she would surely break that person into pieces. Scott could easily discern what Jennifer was worried about. He rolled his eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of depth. He knew he was not normal, he was insane, and Jennifer and Walter's concern was only natural. He was always causing trouble for them.Scott began to feel a slight headache. He looked at Jennifer and said softly, "It's okay. I'm much better now, won't randomly go berserk. You don't need to worry. If Walter asks, just answer him as usual."Jennifer frowned slightly. But what Scott
Upon hearing the boss's instructions, the man immediately responded with a gesture of understanding and signaled to someone on the side. Quickly, Scott noticed the change as many people turned their attention towards him.Each of them had a menacing expression, dressed like impoverished citizens in this area. Even those who had just left the building turned back as if they had received some specific instructions. Scott couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly and said, in a casual tone, "It seems the leader of this organization is quite powerful."Leading the way was a man slightly shorter than the others, but his muscular build was not to be underestimated. He looked at Scott and Ayer, smirked, and menacingly asked, "I'll give you a chance, speak up! Why are you here, and who leaked information to you?"This man was a loyal subordinate of the criminal organization. Just the thought of someone daring to sell information about the organization made him want to tear that person
No one could answer Bryan's question.Scott felt that the man in front of him was indeed quick-witted, exhibiting signs of fear to the point of almost wetting himself, yet his mouth remained agile and sharp. Scott couldn't fathom how this person's mind operated.However, Scott wasn't interested. What intrigued him more was how this man became the leader of this criminal organization. After all, he didn't seem like a natural-born leader.Looking at the man in front of him, Scott continued, "Yesterday, I was attacked by people from your organization."Bryan involuntarily shuddered a bit and instinctively said, "But you're fine now, right? We can let bygones be bygones."As he finished speaking, he quickly corrected himself, covering his mouth and laughing nervously.Scott paid no attention to his various expressions and just said, "I think we can have a little chat. Ayer, bring him along."Upon receiving the order, Ayer slowly stepped forward. However, at that moment, an unexpected