’Bang!’ The man was like a kite with a broken string, suddenly crashing into the wall of the alley, letting out a muffled groan from the pain as he rolled onto the ground.
Before he could get up, a foot was already on his face, the cold tip of a dress shoe grinding against his cheek, inducing a mixture of sha and anger that made him want to struggle.
But he had only moved slightly.
Another vicious kick struck his stomach.
The pain made him curl up entirely, bent like a shrimp.
Baron Lawrence looked at the writhing man on the ground, his expression unchanged, as he instructed the person behind him, "Scott Harris, take him away!"
"Yes, Lord!"
Scott Harris forcibly pulled the man up and efficiently tied him up, pushing him into the car—
The fact that the Lord had quickly tracked down these people’s whereabouts this ti ant he had utilized the power of the Military District, showing just how angry he was.
He could foresee this man’s fate, yet he felt no sympathy.
One could only say that this man took on a job he shouldn’t have and earned money he shouldn’t have!
The car sped all the way to a secluded villa.
The bodyguards twisted the man from the car into the villa.
Baron Lawrence was already sitting on the villa’s sofa, sitting cross-legged, looking seemingly lazy and nonchalant.
"Click." A gun was pressed to the head of the man making a commotion.
The man quieted down slightly.
Baron Lawrence glanced at him and raised his hand slightly.
Scott Harris imdiately understood and ordered soone to rip the tape off the man’s mouth.
If Olivia Lewis were here, she would have recognized at a glance that the man was the owner of the car she suspected of following them yesterday afternoon.
The foreign man wearing the sunglasses!
But now, his sunglasses had been removed by Baron Lawrence, revealing the original face hidden behind them. He was an ordinary-looking Caucasian man.
"Copper Wheels, rcenary 86597, since when did you start taking jobs targeting won?" Baron Lawrence’s voice was slow, as if casually asking, but anyone could hear the chill beneath his words.
The young Caucasian man sneered, still keeping his bravado even now, "I take any business that makes money! Does the Lord avoid making money from the old and young in business?"
"At least I distinguish between what should and shouldn’t be earned!" Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, uncompromising, "You earned what you shouldn’t have this ti, don’t you understand?"
He’s seen many international rcenaries like these during missions in the Military District.
A bunch of desperados willing to do anything for money, just because they’re successful in their own circles, they really think they can call the shots and be omnipotent.
In his eyes, they were rely a bunch of rodents who only dared to move in the night.
However, one rat had dared to harm his most cherished baby, which he could not tolerate!
"Heh, what’s done is done, there’s nothing about whether it should or shouldn’t be earned. Anyway, I’ve been caught by you guys, kill or cut up, whatever you want!" The man still mouthed off, lifting his head defiantly.
Baron Lawrence squinted his hawk-like eyes, his thin lips moved, "Who’s your employer?"
"Hahaha, doesn’t the Lord know the industry rules of us rcenaries? You ask this question, do you think I would answer you?"
In this line, one must have a passion for it.
Whether he likes it or not, he can’t say!
If he dared reveal who his employer was today, who knows if by tomorrow a forr employer might pay soone to make sure he ’keeps quiet’ for good.
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