“Hehe.” Quentin chuckled lightly. “He’s really dead. The next one in line is you.”
Anyone who dared to target his family would inevitably pay a painful price.
Nehemiah felt a sense of unease creeping up in his heart. “Who are you exactly?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am, but if you dare to target my daughter and let my son get hurt, you will die.”
“Hahaha… You really talk big! In all these years, no one has dared to speak to me like this! No one! You’re the first.”
“And… if my younger brother is really dead, I will wipe out your entire clan!”
“If you want to kill me, reveal your location. I’ll send someone to kill you immediately! Even if you don’t dare to speak… soon, I will uncover all your information! You won’t escape!” Quentin narrowed his eyes.
Nehemiah, known as the lord of DC district, was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous figure.
Quentin wasn’t afraid, but his family were ordinary people after all!
Having so many desperados working for Nehemiah was definitely a threat.
Quentin wouldn’t allow his family to be in danger, so he had to eradicate the potential danger.
“Where are you? I’ll pay you a visit.” Quentin said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Nehemiah immediately froze. Was there someone who dared to come knocking on his door seeking death?
“Club Protol. You’re brave. Just come over to meet me. By the way, I’ll find out your information immediately. Whether you come or not, you are dead meat already…”
“Unfortunately, you won’t have that chance.” Quentin finished speaking and crushed the phone.
“Charlotte, take the two children home first. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Alright.” Charlotte nodded and added, “Be careful, Nehemiah is a dangerous figure… no one dares to provoke him in Stresall!”
He was an existence even more terrifying than Roberto, with influence that surpassed normal people.
“Don’t worry, no matter how formidable he is, he’s just a force of the underworld.” Quentin waved his hand. “I can’t handle him alone, but I can ask officials for help. Rest assured, I’ll protect myself.”
“Okay, just be careful.” Charlotte knew that no matter how much she said, it wouldn’t change the fact that things had occurred.
The only choice left for them was to leave Stresall as these desperados were truly frightening.
After Charlotte left with the two children, Quentin made a phone call. “Arrange 500 elite members. Target: Club Protol.”
“I’ll personally lead the way!”
Club Protol.
Nehemiah’s face darkened as he said in a low voice, “Find out immediately! Is there something wrong with my brother? Also, investigate the background of the other party! I need to know right away!”
“Yes.” His trusted subordinate received the order and immediately began arranging the matter.
Soon, news came from various sources that something did happen at the hospital…
The person who died was Steven!
When Nehemiah received the news of Steven’s death, his head spun for a moment, followed by a surge of terrifying murderous intent!
“Who is the other person?”
“Based on the patient list circulating within the hospital, the little girl is named Janessa. Her mother is a woman from a local small family who was expelled. She is one of the several beauties of Stresall…”
“Charlotte Pittman.”
“Word has it… the one who killed Steven is none other than the former heir of the Holland family, Quentin!”
“It’s him?” Steven’s heart trembled. “The scum of the earth dares to be so brazen! I’ll make him pay a price!” He gritted his teeth.
“Put out a bounty… at any cost, bring me Sylvia and Charlotte’s family! A reward of 100 thousand for each capture!”
Nehemiah’s face twisted in a grimace. “I want him to taste the bitterness of despair…”
Quentin? He never really took that waste of space seriously. But if he dared to kill his brother, he would repay it a hundredfold!
“Yes!” His henchman nodded immediately.
The bounty was issued without delay, and the entire Stresall was shaken!
Lord Nehemiah was furious! Charlotte’s family was doomed.
Many had begun to stir. 100 thousand for one person is far too tempting!
It was at the very moment the bounty was announced that outside Club Protol, a group of black-clad figures swiftly closed in, surrounding the area without a sound, a palpable aura of killing intent spreading silently…
At the forefront was a young man, exuding a tough and commanding aura.
“Is this Nehemiah’s stronghold?” Quentin looked up.
“Yes, sir. Just a few minutes ago, Nehemiah issued a bounty to capture your family…” a respectful young man in black spoke.
“Then I will take his head and show those people… the consequences of harming my family!”
“All of you are the elite among the elite. You have ten minutes…”
“Slaughter this place!”
“Yes, sir!”
One by one, the figures in black drew their weapons, their eyes gleaming with a ferocious light like wolves and tigers.
“Boom!” Quentin surged forward, kicking open the doors of the club…