Everyone was shocked to see Cheetah in such a state. Cheetah was the absolute king of Hiphia’s underworld. So many powerful people were respectful to Cheetah. There was even an exaggerated saying that circulated: “Cheetah lights a cigarette, and half of Hiphia trembles.”
Cheetah had been making his living in the underworld since he was eighteen. Over the years, he had killed, been to prison, climbed from a lowly henchman to a boss, and finally came to rule all of Hiphia. He had weathered all sorts of storms and was certainly no small-time thug.
Yet even such a hardened man was now crying. This veteran of countless battles was weeping! It was the last thing anyone expected. Looking at Cheetah, everyone was dumbfounded.
What could Cheetah have experienced? Why would he suddenly burst into tears?
Leonel’s brow remained deeply furrowed. An ominous feeling swirled around his head as he slowly stood up from his chair and asked, “Cheetah, what’s going on? How did you end up like this?”
Cheetah’s legs were shaking, his gaze unfocused as he looked at Leonel. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke in a trembling voice, “I… I… I!”
He kept repeating “I” for a long time without managing to squeeze out the rest of the sentence, all while crying particularly heart-wrenchingly. Tears fell in large drops.
Cheetah was a big guy with rugged muscles. Seeing such a tough man cry was indeed an extremely unsightly scene.
Leonel couldn’t stand it anymore. He walked up and raised his hand, slapping Cheetah hard across the face. With this slap, Cheetah’s crying abruptly stopped, and he collapsed to the ground.
Leonel berated Cheetah angrily, “What are you crying for? How old are you to be weeping like this!”
Cheetah was Leonel’s direct subordinate, taking orders from him. After all, Leonel’s sworn brother was a big shot in the Razor Kings. With this friend, Leonel had a knack for winning people over.
Cheetah looked up at Leonel, sniffled a few times, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, said, “Mr. Ford, something terrible has happened, something really terrible! This time, you’ve stepped on a landmine! The Ford family has stepped on a landmine.”
This was the first coherent sentence Cheetah had uttered since calming down.
“What happened? Why couldn’t I contact any of you?” Leonel asked, frowning.
Cheetah finally composed himself and said in a panic, “Mr. Ford, Old Mr. Ford, you shouldn’t have sent me to trouble Georgia. The Ford family shouldn’t have gone after Georgia. I came here to tell you one thing! The Ford family’s lucky days are coming to an end. If you dare to hurt Georgia, you’ll all die!”
No one knew what state of mind Cheetah was in when he said these words, but a hint of determination could be seen in his eyes. These words didn’t seem to be something he had just thought of, but rather something he had prepared to say for a long time. Cheetah had always been obedient to the Ford family, even bragging about them outside. It was hard for everyone to believe that such a loyal person would say those words.
“Cheetah, what do you mean by that? Are you warning the Ford family?” Leonel was the first to get angry. This was his subordinate, and his subordinate was warning the whole family in front of everyone. What kind of situation was this!
“Leonel! This is your subordinate, wetting his pants, and he’s supposed to be the boss of Hiphia!” Marlon mocked with disdain.
“Huh, I think Leonel’s reputation is nothing but empty talk,” Cutler chimed in from the side.
Leonel frowned but didn’t respond. It seemed that Cheetah had indeed brought shame upon him.
“Be more specific. What exactly happened?” At this moment, Gerry’s calm voice rang out, his piercing eyes fixed on Cheetah. Under that gaze, it seemed that no mistake would be tolerated.
Cheetah looked at Gerry but felt indifferent. If it were before, he would have been afraid, but he had seen something far more terrifying. Compared to what he had witnessed, this was child’s play. All that talk about the Ford family making Hiphia tremble with a single roar was nonsense.
He spoke bluntly, “Mr. Ford, Old Mr. Ford, that’s all I can say! You’d better take care of yourselves! Georgia is not someone ordinary people can mess with. Even the Ford family is no match for her!”
If he hadn’t seen Kayden’s power with his own eyes, Cheetah would never have dared to say those words. When he woke up in the warehouse that day, he saw a neat row of military-green combat vehicles. The soldiers were holding assault rifles, firing at the warehouse roof.
Although Cheetah had been through a lot, he had never seen such a formation! He was so scared that he almost fainted on the spot.
One of them stepped forward to stop him from fainting, grabbed him, and was about to kill him. But another one stopped him, asked if he wanted to live, and then told him what to say and do.
After those people left, he realized he had been so scared that he had wet himself. All of his men were dead, even the seemingly invincible Damian.
Cheetah had been through a journey to hell. Being alive meant he had crawled out of hell itself.
Cheetah’s gaze was unfocused as he looked at the group, then stammered, “I beg you, for all I’ve done for the Ford family, spare my filthy life!”
Gerry exchanged a glance with Leonel, then asked, “Tell me, why can’t we hurt Georgia?”
“Because… because…” Cheetah suddenly stammered. Then he fell to his knees, tears flowing again as he said, “Please, can you stop asking me? I really can’t say. I want to live! If I say it, I won’t be able to live. Maybe, maybe I’ll even wish I were dead…”
Thinking of how Damian had begged others to kill him, he didn’t want to repeat that experience.
Who knew what Damian had gone through to beg others to kill him, but he definitely didn’t want to experience anything like that.
“Then do you believe I’ll kill you right now?” Leonel raised his foot again and kicked Cheetah to the ground.
Cheetah stared straight at the enraged Leonel. His face, which should have been fearful and terrified, suddenly changed. He became incredibly relaxed. After heaving a long sigh, he chuckled and said with a resigned look, “Mr. Ford, if you really want to kill me, then give me a quick death!”
Leonel’s expression also changed. This wasn’t Cheetah’s style. Although Cheetah was a boss, he was afraid of death. But now Cheetah wasn’t, which was truly beyond Leonel’s expectations. He still roared fiercely, “You think I don’t dare to kill you?”
As he spoke, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Cheetah’s head.