Chapter 50: Chapter 49 Breach of Trust_l
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“Aron Jackson, why are you making an enemy of my Three Blade Group?”
Seeing that Julius Reed didn’t bother with him, Bridger Davenport simply chose not to answer.
As one of the core members ranked in the top five of the Three Blade Group, he naturally felt indignant being ignored by a nobody.
“My brother is asking you a question, can’t you hear?”
But Aron Jackson didn’t give him the pleasure of acknowledgment, instead, he asked sternly with a calm yet fierce look on his face.
Outside, Julius Reed and Aron Jackson addressed each other as brothers, that wav Julius Reed’s identitv as the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain
Alliance remained concealed, and if an enemy came seeking revenge, Aron Jackson could step in front to shield him.
In plainer terms, he was the one to take the hits.
Hearing Aron Jackson’s words, even if Bridger Davenport could keep his cool, rage inevitably kindled in his heart.
Even though Gonzalez City was indeed Aron Jackson’s turf, he himself was the second-in-command in the Three Blade Group, right after Maurice Yarrow.
Receiving such treatment now, even a clay Buddha would harbor a trace of anger.
“Aron Jackson, don’t go too far!”
Bridger Davenport stepped forward and said, “While it’s true that you have many enterprises here in Gonzalez City, my Three Blade Group also has a stake in this place! If you want to leave safely today—”
No sooner had he finished his sentence than the figures clad in black at the warehouse entrance all turned their gaze to Aron Jackson, seemingly ready to rip him to shreds.
Upon receiving the message, Bridger Davenport had already sent people to watch West Lake Wharf, closely monitoring every move of Aron Jackson and his group.
However, their actions were quite unexpected.
He had thought that in Gonzalez City, Aron Jackson would have many people lying in ambush here!
But Gerrard Cook’s men had been guarding this place for a full day and night, without spotting so much as a ghost’s shadow.
It wasn’t until past five in the afternoon that they discovered Aron Jackson arriving with the injured Sonny Ridge in tow.
Arrogant, presumptuous!
This was the most reasonable explanation Bridger Davenport could think of.
If you underestimate your enemy, then you must pay the price!
The capability of the Three Blade Group’s branch in Gonzalez City was significant, only suppressed by Aron Jackson, it hadn’t been able to expand rapidly.
After arriving at the Gonzalez City branch, together with Gerrard Cook, Bridger Davenport came to West Lake Wharf with a murderous aura. Since there was a complete fallout, there was no need to consider other consequences anymore.
Faced with the aggressive questioning now, all Bridger Davenport wanted to do was kill.
“I’ll ask one last time, did you bring the ransom?
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, watching Bridger Davenport with utter indifference.
If Maurice Yarrow had not arrived, then he would have to strike the Three Blade Group hard, to keep them in line for a while.
After all, the Three Blade Group was not something that could be eliminated overnight.
Moreover, he had just awakened his memory and didn’t wish to be discovered by others with ulterior motives.
“Ransom? Am I hearing you right? Someone dares to ask me for money in this world?”
Bridger Davenport laughed aloud, his lips curving into a slight sneer.
“Even if you have the life to take it, do you have the life to spend it? You think I could let you walk out alive after crippling Deputy Manager Sonny Ridge in front of me?”
His men were stationed right outside the door; even if Aron Jackson’s people arrived, they couldn’t burst in.
And Maurice Yarrow had long made it clear that he wanted Aron Jackson taken out right here!
Bridger Davenport had thought a fierce battle would unfold here, but to his surprise, the other party brought only a few men, saving him a lot of trouble. “So, you don’t wish for him to keep his life?”
After hearing Bridger Davenport’s response, Julius Reed turned around and slowly walked towards Sonny Ridge.
“Since there’s a breach of trust, come collect your corpse!”
“Save me!”
Having experienced Julius Reed’s methods firsthand, Sonny Ridge became terrified seeing the other man approaching, breaking out in cold sweat and trembling all over.
“Stop! Don’t you fear death?”
Sonny Ridge, after all, had followed Gerrard Cook for many years, and now hearing Julius Reed mention killing Sonny Ridge, the manager of the Gonzalez City branch could no longer stand by and watch.
“If you dare touch him again, I’ll make sure you have no place to be buried!”
Gerrard Cook had been a dominant figure in Gonzalez City for many years, and his capabilities went without saying. As he spoke, the men in black behind him had already silently pressed forward.
“If we don’t kill him, can we still live?”
Julius Reed turned around, offering a faint smile.
This smile was extremely eerie, instilling a sense of fear in the members of the Three Blade Group.
Indeed, they had come today with the intent to eradicate their problem at the root, and if they missed this chance, they would likely never find such a perfect opportunity to eliminate Aron Jackson again!
Gerrard Cook, a man who had weathered many storms, thought this way, but what he said was, “If you release him and offer a sincere apology, we will not pursue this any further. After all, this is Gonzalez City, and Aron Jackson’s people—we wouldn’t trouble them, would we?”
As if fearing disbelief, Gerrard Cook waved his hand, signaling for the people of the Three Blade Group to retreat, leaving only himself, Bridger Davenport, and an elder in black.
“Now, do you believe us? The Three Blade Group has always wanted to be friends with Aron Jackson, to operate in Gonzalez City together. After all, there’s money to be made by everyone, so why resort to violence and killing?”
If Aron Jackson didn’t know the kind of person Maurice Yarrow was, he would have almost believed it.
In the past, he had asked Maurice Yarrow to pay a huge sum of money for his life and had made this boss of the Three Blade Group, crawl out like a dog— how could such a grudge be easily forgotten?
Moreover, Gerrard Cook was just a branch manager; how could he possibly make such a decision?
Yet, Julius Reed’s attention was focused on the elder.
When there had been hundreds of people at the door earlier, he had not noticed the existence of this elder in black.
Now, with only three of them left, the elder stood out all the more conspicuously.
From him, Julius Reed sensed an aura of death, the kind left by someone who had killed too many.
Only someone who had taken at least a hundred lives could have such an aura.
It seemed Gerrard Cook wanted to play dirty.
“Who is this elderly gentleman…?”
Although he knew the score, he still pretended not to have realized it.
“Oh! This is my driver. Surely you’re not frightened by an old man who couldn’t even truss a chicken, right? I thought all of Aron Jackson’s subordinates were elite…
Bridger Davenport deliberately provoked Julius Reed, aiming to keep the elder there.
The elder’s name was Noah Miller, and he had blood on his hands from his
younger days abroad.
Later, being chased and forced to return to his country, he ended up under Maurice Yarrow’s command.
In the entire Three Blade Group, in terms of combat ability, aside from those two freaks, Noah Miller was definitely the strongest.
Maurice Yarrow’s decision to send him was a clear indication of his resolve to win at all costs.
“How could I! Since Manager Cook is so sincere, then I’ll give Sonny Ridge back to you. I hope you’ll keep your word and not give us any trouble!”
Julius Reed sneered inwardly.
Helpless as a chicken? This elder was absolutely a revered figure in the Three Blade Group!
But if Gerrard Cook wanted to play, then he would play along.
“Rest assured, when Gerrard Cook gives his word, he keeps it!”
Although he wasn’t sure of Julius Reed’s identity, the fact that Aron Jackson had nodded in silence meant he must be someone extraordinary.
Gerrard Cook pretended to agree, reasoning that no living witnesses would remain; who would then know of his promise?
Dead men tell no tales!
“Go on, your brothers are waiting for you,”
Julius Reed grabbed Sonny Ridge, who was seated in the chair, and thrust him violently towards Gerrard Cook. In that instant, his middle finger covertly struck the back of Sonny Ridge’s neck!
“Old Miller, kill him!”
The moment he caught Sonny Ridge, Bridger Davenport shouted loudly..
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