Anyone would tremble towards Alberto’s murderous tone.
Beads of sweat appeared on Beckett’s forehead. He smelled blood from Alberto’s words.
“Ask Konnor to come out for negotiation now,” Alberto said calmly.
Beckett’s expression was tense as he hesitated, “Mr. Maynard, even if Konnor agrees to negotiate, he will definitely stay at Emerwich District. That’s his turf…”
Dangers flashed through Alberto’s eyes. He said, “Then we’ll go to Emerwich District!”
“Mr. Maynard, Konnor is extremely powerful in his own turf. I’m afraid that we won’t be able to gain the upper hand…” Beckett’s expression immediately turned ugly.
He had been dealing with Konnor for so many years, and he was very clear about Konnor’s strength.
In Southwich District, it was he himself—Mr. Carney—who had the final say. But, if he really burst into Emerwich District with people to cause trouble for Konnor, he didn’t know whether he could get away with it or not. After all, during the past few years, Konnor and he had always been at peace with each other…
“Are you afraid?” Alberto looked at Beckett calmly.
Beckett greeted Alberto’s icy gaze and immediately lowered his head. He was going through an internal struggle.
“I will do as you command, Mr. Maynard!” Beckett gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
Alberto nodded slightly and got up from the chair. He left with Beckett respectfully following behind.
Beckett immediately called Konnor and asked him for negotiation.
A few minutes later…
Alberto and Beckett walked out of Starlight Nightclub.
There was a dozen or so Toyota Prado downstairs, each of which contained a few tough men in black suits.
Beckett was determined. He had gathered all the elites around.
Accompanied by Beckett, Alberto boarded a Range Rover. They went straight for Emerwich District.
An hour later…
Emerwich District. Volador Wharf.
This was an old, abandoned dock. It was basically a large-scale garbage dump, where scrap cars and iron were thrown away. Only broken ship wreckage existed along the river.
There were also several deserted factories beside the dock. Normally, no one would come here.
Beckett’s convoy had all stopped outside one abandoned factory.
Forty to fifty bodyguards in suits got out of the car and followed Beckett into the factory.
In front of the gate, a group of men in suits stopped Beckett and Alberto.
“Mr. Carney, your people can only stay outside,” A tough guy with sunglasses said in a deep voice.
“Well?” Beckett frowned as he looked at Alberto.
Alberto nodded slightly, “It’s fine. We’ll do.”
Beckett’s bodyguards were blocked outside. Only Alberto and Beckett entered the factory.
Lights lit up inside.
There were fifty to sixty people in the factory, all of whom seemed ferocious. They stood in lines.
In the middle of the factory, there was a square wooden table with a pot of tea and two teacups on it. A middle-aged man wearing black leather clothes was pouring tea.
He looked calm, but his eyes were incomparably cold.
He looked at Beckett and Alberto with a grim face as they walked in. A smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
“Mr. Carney, we haven’t met in years. You still look the same. So impressive!” Konnor smiled, as if he was talking to an old friend.
“Konnor, you don’t have to do this with me.” Beckett twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand calmly. He directly cut to the point, “I came here today for my men.”
“That’s all? Mr. Carney, you didn’t have to pay me a visit in person,” Konnor smiled and slowly said, “It’s just a misunderstanding. Just give me a word, and I’ll send your men back in an instance.”
Konnor snapped his fingers and said, “Release Mr. Carney’s men.”
A few black-clothed attendants beside him immediately brought out six men in suits from a room. They were all people that Beckett had sent here for Rat.
“Mr. Carney, you and I have always stayed out of each other’s territory these years. You’ve crossed the line this time, but I won’t care too much about it. However, do remember that there is no next time!” Konnor drank up a cup of tea and said coldly, “You can bring them back. If you want to have a cup of tea, I’ll book the whole Dawn Restaurant, in case our brothers outside get hasty. Everyone will have a good meal and make friends. You coming here won’t be in vain. If not, please go back now this instance!”
He didn’t know why Beckett would suddenly pay close attention to Rat, who was his guy. It seemed that Beckett also wanted World King for money.
However, Konnor didn’t want to fight Beckett to the death for this matter. He chose to be generous, so that they could still live in peace in the future.
“Konnor, I want Rat!” Beckett said with a serious expression.
Konnor narrowed his eyes. His face turned extremely cold.
Konnor shattered the teacup in his hand and said coldly, “Rat, send the guests off!”
He had showed his attitude clearly.
A short middle-aged man walked out.
“I wonder why Mr. Carney is looking for me. However, it’s not your turn to mind our business here in Emerwich District. Please go back,” Rat said without the slightest bit of fear. He raised his hand, indicating Beckett and Alberto to leave.
Little veins popped out of Beckett’s temple. He was getting a little annoyed. But he knew that if this continued, a fight would break out…
“You’re Rat? Did you steal World King from Mcconnell jewelry Group?”
Alberto stood up and asked expressionlessly as he looked at Rat.
Beckett had helped him a lot. He did not expect him to kill Konnor.
“Who are you? It’s your turn to speak here?” Rat said as he stared at Alberto.
“Is he your guy?” Konnor sneered at Beckett and questioned, “Does he even understand the most basic rules or not?”
“Mr. Maynard, this is Konnor and Rat. What should we do? We’ll listen to your arrangements,” Beckett said solemnly and took a step back behind Alberto.
Seeing Beckett’s respect for Alberto, Konnor frowned and asked, “Who are you?”
“Alberto Maynard,” Alberto said calmly as he looked at Konnor, “Is World King in your hands?”
“World King? Alberto?” Konnor said hesitantly. He suddenly remembered something, and burst into laughter.
“You are the famous trash son-in-law of the Mcconnells, Alberto? Interesting! Trash like you deserve to talk to me?” Konnor laughed wildly, extremely arrogant.
He knew that the young man in front of him was here for the jewelry that was worth tens of millions of yuan.
A few days ago, Dylan, the son of Clark, came to him and told him about a good deal. It was said that the Mcconnell Group had made a piece of jewelry with a cost value of more than 10 million yuan. Dylan promised to help him steal the jewelry. After that, World King would be at Konnor’s disposal.
Konnor immediately agreed. He thought it was a fortune from the heaven. He didn’t even have to take any risks! He instantly asked Rat to do the stealing. Rat was an expert. With Dylan cooperating, it was pretty easy to steal World King.
Who would have thought that Alberto would have the guts to come to Emerwich District and ask him to give the jewelry back? Alberto was too innocent, too hilarious!
“Beckett? You still have the face to call yourself Mr. Carney from Southwich District? What’s more, you actually call a loser like Alberto Mr. Maynard?” Konnor laughed arrogantly.
“And you trash, Alberto! You dare to come to me, Konnor, just because you lost something? You want death, right?”
As he spoke, Konnor took out a silver pistol and pressed it against Alberto’s forehead!