“Kid, the young master wants you to scram.”
Seeing that there were only two people, Tiger’s courage surged. He swung a steel pipe and took a drag of his cigarette as he approached, wearing a sneering expression on his face. “You still won’t leave? How many days do you want to stay in the hospital?”
Bang.
He had barely finished speaking.
Abner Wilson made his move. Like a swift missile, he struck Tiger, sending him flying with a single punch.
He crashed directly into a flower bed.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Then, he passed out.
As Elijah Wilson’s personal bodyguard, Abner Wilson was not to be trifled with.
One strike was enough to reveal his skill.
“So powerful?”
Joe Braton was taken aback. Tiger, after all, was a gang leader. To be defeated in a single move was quite embarrassing. At that moment, Abner Wilson shifted his gaze onto him.
“Everyone, attack! We outnumber him.”
Joe Braton felt a chill run down his spine. This man had his sights set on him. He shouted loudly and took a step back.
“That’s right, there are more of us.”
“We have more people, we can handle him.”
“We have numbers, let’s go!”
Those gangsters, having experienced various situations in their lives, encouraged each other and checked their weapons. The opponent was just one person.
The other person hadn’t made a move.
Dealing with one person would be enough.
They then charged forward.
However, Joe Braton turned and ran. He had a premonition that if he didn’t run now, he wouldn’t be able to escape later.
But as he took a few steps, something suddenly fell from the sky and struck him, followed by a second, third, fourth… and finally, a pile.
Yes.
They were all those gangsters.
Abner Wilson had taken care of them one by one and threw them at Joe Braton, hitting him hard and pinning him down, rendering him unable to move.
“No, no!”
Joe Braton tried to crawl out, but he couldn’t. Abner Wilson and Robin approached slowly.
“Sir, what should we do with this guy?”
Abner Wilson asked.
Robin glanced at Joe Braton by the riverside and squatted down to ask him, “Can you swim?”
“N-No… I can’t…”
Joe Braton didn’t understand what Robin was planning. He instinctively answered truthfully.
He really couldn’t swim.
“Alright then, let’s throw him in the middle of the river.” Robin said.
“What… No… You can’t do this… My father is the chairman of the Braton Group… You can’t treat me like this… No… You can’t…”
Joe Braton shouted frantically.
“Chairman of the Braton Group, huh?”
Upon hearing those words, a trace of disdain flashed in Abner Wilson’s eyes. The Braton Group was nothing in front of the Wilson family. Using that as a threat against them was futile.
Abner Wilson lifted Joe Braton by the chest and walked to the opposite side. Then, with a grunt, he forcefully threw him into the river from a distance of over a hundred meters.
With a splash.
Joe Braton fell into the water.
He struggled frantically in the water.
Then, he gurgled and sank.
Seems like he really couldn’t swim.
However, Robin paid him no further attention. Not to mention how many women this guy had harmed, just the fact that he had come this time with a murderous intent made it clear that he intended to kill him. Robin wouldn’t show any mercy.
Moreover, there were several boats in that river. Whether he survived or not would depend on his luck.
“Sir…”
Abner Wilson wanted to ask Robin something.
Robin waved his hand. “That’s enough, you can go back.”
“Alright.”
Abner Wilson went back.
Robin went to a bus stop, made a phone call, and then took a taxi to the west side of the city. Robin arrived at a four-story restaurant and took a seat.
Shortly after, Jeff arrived.
“Let’s order.”
Robin handed the menu to Jeff.
“Okay.”
Jeff took the menu and ordered a long list of dishes. Soon after, the food was brought to the table. Jeff happily started eating, while Robin looked outside the glass at a particular place.
House Azalea.
This was the place Elijah Wilson had mentioned.
And currently, it was the only lead they had.
“What did you find out?” Robin asked.
While eating, Jeff spoke, “House Azalea is an old building that has been around for centuries on the North Coast. It used to be a restaurant, then a brothel, and now it’s a clubhouse. Usually, influential people from high society gather there. It doesn’t require a membership card, but in general, it’s not easy to get in. You need to combine incomplete sentences to make more cohesive sentences. Here’s the continuation:
Inside the clubhouse, the chairman is Mykel Fitzgerald.”
“We also checked his profile. He returned from studying abroad and was hired to manage the clubhouse. We investigated the other staff as well, but there didn’t seem to be any connection to the Harding family.”
“The only possibility is Mykel Fitzgerald, with someone from the Harding family behind him,” Jeff continued reporting.
“Can we obtain a membership card?” Robin asked.
“For that, we need personal authentication. The person must apply in person, have spent enough time on the North Coast, have a referral, and possess sufficient financial resources-around a billion. However, we can ask someone else to take us in, like Mimi Beckett. In a few days, there will be a gathering inside, and that’s when we can go in and investigate,” Jeff explained.
“Mimi Beckett,” Robin rubbed his forehead. He didn’t know many people on the North Coast, and even if he did, they might not be reliable. He knew someone named Elijah Wilson, but due to their family relationship, he didn’t want to involve him. Robin didn’t want to force him either.
Robin wasn’t fond of getting involved in these ancient family affairs.
So Mimi Beckett was their only option.
Ding dong.
Robin’s phone rang again. He glanced at it-it was a message from Mimi Beckett. There were over thirty messages in the inbox, all from Mimi Beckett. In the morning, before leaving, he had sent her a message saying, “I’m going out.”
Then, Mimi Beckett hadn’t come to see him, but she had been sending messages every few minutes.
“By the way, there’s a gathering at House Azalea in a few days. I’m short of a dance partner. Will you accompany me? (with a pitiful expression)” Mimi Beckett sent another message.
Then, another one came: “Protecting our family means protecting me. So, you have to come with me.”
Just as sleepiness arrived, pillows were provided.
Robin was still contemplating how to get in.
However, using Mimi Beckett, Robin couldn’t refuse at this moment. After all, he had taken on the mission. As an assassin, he was enthusiastic about completing his missions.
“Okay.”
After receiving over forty messages from Mimi Beckett, Robin finally replied with a simple “okay.”
Feeling somewhat helpless.
But it made Mimi Beckett very happy. His response showed that he cared about her, and she was pleased.