At the Holland family mansion.
“Eileen, how is the investigation of the Bradshaw family’s black market operations going?” Quentin asked calmly.
The Bradshaw family had amassed their wealth through unlawful and deceitful means. Recently, they had secretly sabotaged Charlotte’s Time Group, which greatly displeased Quentin. He thought, ‘I haven’t even made a move against the Bradshaw family, and yet they dare to cause trouble?’
“Sir, I have thoroughly investigated the distribution of the Bradshaw family’s black market operations in Stresall. There are more than twenty locations.”
“Follow me to dismantle their branches one by one. Consider it a warning to the Bradshaw family.”
Quentin had already decided to take down the Bradshaw family to avenge the blood feud. He was merciless in his plan to destroy their black market operations.
Quentin and Eileen drove to a dark and secluded alley. The area was sparsely populated, with dilapidated buildings and a foul stench in the air. As they walked deeper into the alley, they saw several wholesalers and a few people loading and unloading goods from trucks.
Inside one of the shops were several burly men with dragon and tiger tattoos on their bare chests. They were playing cards loudly, surrounded by cigarette butts on the ground and black sewage in the gutters. The shop was filled with rotting meat, moldy and expired food, and flies crawling over everything, emitting an unbearable stench.
Quentin and Eileen endured the foul smell as they approached. This was just one of the Bradshaw family’s low-end operations, but since Time Group sourced its raw materials from here, Quentin planned to start his attack from this point.
The burly men put down their cards and looked at the two newcomers. Seeing Quentin and Eileen’s well-dressed appearance, they sneered.
“Where did this little beauty come from? That body, I could play with her for a year and not get bored.”
“And there’s a little boy toy too.”
Zion Bradshaw, the leader, spoke in a low voice, his eyes lingering lecherously on Eileen. Quentin and Eileen’s cold expressions made Zion and his men shiver.
“These two seem pretty cocky.”
“Are you here to pick up goods?” Zion asked arrogantly.
“We’re here on behalf of Mr. Bullock from Time Group,” Quentin replied calmly.
“So it’s Aron. He hasn’t been here for days; I thought he was dead.”
“Load some goods onto their truck,” Zion ordered his men to load boxes of moldy and expired eggs, honey, milk, and lemons into the truck.
“The goods are loaded. You take them to Aron; she stays here until you return,” Zion said, eyeing Eileen hungrily.
“No need,” Quentin said coldly.
“You little boy toy, acting all high and mighty. Do as I say, or I’ll lose my temper,” Zion threatened, his expression fierce.
“How dare you disrespect my master!” Eileen stepped forward and slapped Zion to the ground. He screamed in pain, clutching his face.
“You bitch! I like them feisty. Boys, grab your weapons!” Zion shouted. Soon, twenty or thirty tattooed men armed with iron rods and machetes surrounded them.
Quentin and Eileen remained expressionless. Zion stood up, thinking they were scared stiff.
“Kneel down and apologize to me properly. Let this bitch serve me and my brothers for a month, and maybe I’ll let you go.”
Before Zion could finish, Quentin kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into a pile of debris, breaking several ribs and coughing up blood.
“Lord Zion! They hit Lord Zion! Kill them!” Zion’s men charged at Quentin and Eileen with their weapons. Eileen moved gracefully among them, striking swiftly and decisively.
In moments, iron rods and machetes clattered to the ground as Zion’s men fell, crying out in pain with broken limbs. Some were even struck in their groins.
“This woman is ruthless,” Zion trembled in fear as he watched Eileen’s brutal efficiency.
Quentin approached Zion slowly. Terrified, Zion tried to crawl away despite his pain.
“Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” Zion begged.
Quentin said nothing as he reached Zion and crushed his right leg underfoot with a sickening crack. Zion screamed in agony, tears streaming down his face.
Quentin lit a cigarette, looking down at him with cold eyes. “I’ll spare your life for now. Remember to deliver a message to your family head.”