“Get him!”
A group of people saw him trying to escape and immediately chased after him. Both groups ran wildly on the street, and in the end, Teeny was tackled to the ground by someone who caught up from behind.
Others swarmed in and subdued him directly; he had no chance to escape at all.
“Let go! Let go of me! Are you crazy? Why are you grabbing me?”
He struggled frantically but was soon overwhelmed by punches and kicks, leaving him with barely half a life, unable to resist anymore.
“You can spend the rest of your life in prison. Daring to play tricks under the nose of Mr. Rogers? You’re still very green!”
“Take him back!”
…
Teeny was brought back to Raphael Rogers.
Raphael Rogers looked at him coldly, his eyes carrying a hint of chill. “Not bad, young man. Come work for me as a security guard and collude with those gangsters, almost wiping us all out…”
“Mr. Rogers, I don’t understand what you’re saying! I have no connection with those people at all!” Teeny cried out for justice, tears streaming down his face.
“The evidence is conclusive,” Raphael Rogers said coldly. “Even if you didn’t show up yourself, do you really think we couldn’t find any clues? Unfortunately, Mr. Holland has seen through everything long ago.”
Raphael Rogers looked self-satisfied.
“Mr. Holland?” Teeny blinked.
“He’s the big shot who subdued your companions! And you, it was Mr. Holland who provided me with the insight to catch you in such a short time.”
Teeny looked resentful.
They had prepared meticulously, only to be thwarted halfway. And despite hiding so well, they were dug out so quickly. Who exactly was this Mr. Holland?
“Hmph, petty tricks. Do you really think you can fool Mr. Holland?” Raphael Rogers sneered. “Call the patrol over and send him directly in.”
Teeny struggled desperately but was knocked unconscious by the person behind him.
When he woke up, he was already handcuffed and shackled. He knew that for the rest of his life, he would be confined within these iron bars… Death would be preferable.
After Teeny was captured, Raphael Rogers immediately called Quentin and reported the matter to him, telling him that the last dangerous element had been eliminated.
Quentin just made a sound of acknowledgment and hung up, continuing to drive the mother and two children towards the Pittman family’s direction.
On the way, he took the two children for a stroll and bought them their favorite toys.
After the stroll, Charlotte noticed Quentin’s torn sleeve and couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to your clothes?”
Quentin also showed surprise. “How did my sleeve tear? Who did it? No manners at all. The situation was too tense just now, and I didn’t even notice.”
Seeing him looking bewildered, Charlotte fell silent for a moment. Seeing him like this didn’t seem like an act. She suddenly thought… those few gangsters were killed by a fabric cutting technique.
Was Quentin that martial arts master? Impossible!
She dismissed this absurd idea from her mind.
Seeing Quentin’s oblivious look, she felt that the martial arts master should have discreetly torn the fabric off his sleeve during the chaos…
In other words, that martial arts master was right beside them just now?
Seeing her lost in thought, Quentin was afraid she would think of something, so he quickly said, “Let’s go home first. It’s so late, and my parents must be worried sick by now.”
“Daddy, carry us!”
The two kids spread their arms wide.
“Let’s go!” Quentin picked them up, one in each arm, and put them into the car.
Twenty minutes later.
The Pittman family.
Rental apartment.
As they reached this floor, Quentin and the others heard a loud argument coming from inside, which made them frown and quicken their pace.
The moment they entered, they saw Emma’s face filled with rage as she slapped Emery across the face!
Emery took the slap hard, dropping to his knees, not daring to make a sound.
“Wife, I’m sorry! Wife, I’ll never do it again… but if we don’t pay up, they’re really going to kill me!”
Emery’s voice was filled with fear.
“Coward! You’ve ruined everything! How much more do you need to mess up before you’re satisfied?” Emma’s voice was filled with grief and despair.
“The over a hundred thousand in the bank was for buying a house! But you took it and gambled it all away, Emery! How could you do this to us?”
Emma screamed hysterically, breaking into tears as she spoke…
“I-I didn’t think it would turn out like this! At first, I was winning a lot of money, and I thought I could make a huge profit, but then I lost everything and ended up in debt…” Emery’s face was full of guilt.
“Heh heh!” A scar-faced man who’d been standing aside watching finally spoke up, “Emery, don’t try to play the sympathy card with us. No matter what… debts must be paid!”
“You’re not planning to skip out, are you?”
A flash of malice crossed his eyes, “If you really can’t come up with the money, don’t blame us for being ruthless.”
“I’m pretty lenient, but the guys who run the gambling joint are not so forgiving. Don’t say I didn’t warn you-when they chop you up and feed you to the turtles, don’t come complaining to us…”
Hearing the conversation inside, Quentin’s expression grew intense, and he strode in with big steps. “What’s going on?”