Old fla?
Leon Keane’s handso face looked terrible. Did this kid really think there was sothing between him and Julia Sinclair? Was he the kind of person his father thought he was?
What a waste of raising him!
Watching Ian Keane turn away, Leon Keane’s fingers twitched with an urge to haul that brat over and ask him what exactly he ant by "Heh... n!"
Mocking your old man like that; don’t forget, you brat, you’re also a guy just like your old man!
~~
The next day.
In an ancient-style manor, several tall n sat together. So were smoking, while others gently swirled wine glasses in their hands, releasing a tempting aroma.
One of them, wearing a silver mask, reclined on the sofa with his arms spread wide, his unfocused gaze fixed on the ceiling.
"Richie, don’t be like this. It’s just a woman who outsmarted you. Look at how angry you are."
"The boss never loses once in action. This is definitely a stain in the boss’s life... Haha... Boss, I’m suddenly curious about that woman, what should I do?"
"Go to hell! The boss is about to pass out from anger, and you’re saying things like that..."
"Haha... I didn’t an it! But I can’t help it. Wind, aren’t you curious?"
"Uh..."
Wind’s expression flickered with struggle. He was indeed curious, but then Richie turned and glared at him harshly. Wind imdiately said sothing against his heart: "Pah~ I’m not curious at all. Do you think I’m like you, curious about everything? If I catch that woman, I’d definitely shoot her to avenge the boss."
"Pfft... hahaha... Avenge the boss? The boss is alive and well, does he need your revenge? You’d better save it!" Thunder said, holding the wine glass, and after laughing, tilted his head back to drink all the wine.
"Boss, look at Thunder... getting more and more outrageous..." Wind tattled.
Richie’s face twitched, and he solemnly said, "Thunder is indeed outrageous, but he wasn’t wrong about one thing: I don’t need you to avenge . That damn woman... soday I will catch her."
After drinking the wine, Thunder’s face flushed. Suddenly, he asked, "Richie, I’m really curious, who on earth hired you to kill that woman? She’s Leon Keane’s woman, and if you really do sothing to her, Leon probably won’t let you get away with it."
Richie frowned. He hadn’t told Thunder who wanted him to kill Ivana Monroe because the truth was, he didn’t know either. This task was a secret mission.
A secret mission ans it was secretly issued to The Umbra Organization, and the other party doesn’t disclose the buyer.
Thunder looked at Richie’s expression and roughly guessed it was a secret mission. In fact, after knowing Ivana was Leon Keane’s woman, he didn’t support Richie continuing with this mission.
But... retreat is not in Richie’s vocabulary. He never rejects clients due to the danger or difficulty of a task he undertakes.
"Boss, we’ve got a client." A boy with a Corvan bowl cut ca running over with a laptop in his arms, wearing yellow-green cartoon pajamas, looking very cute.
He was The Umbra Group’s Flash, responsible for accepting client orders.
"Co on... Flash, what’s with running around with the computer? So many clients look for us, is it necessary to get so anxious?" Thunder said with a smile.
"This ti it’s different." Flash held the computer to Richie, pointing at the window popped up by the other party: "Boss, they told to inform you that they’ll call you in five minutes."
"Haha... a joke? Treating our boss’s phone number like it’s in a directory inquiry?" Thunder had just started laughing when the phone rang.
He checked his pocket, but it wasn’t his phone ringing.
Thunder’s smile froze; it was Richie’s phone ringing.
What the heck!
This person has so skills! They found Richie’s phone number.
Impressive!
"Hello!" Richie answered the call.
"Our president wants you to get soone out of the xx villa."
Richie frowned. Such a trivial matter, yet they ca to him?
He was really convinced, did they think he, Richie, specialized in odd jobs?
Richie was furious, wanting to send them a "Get lost."
Before he could say anything, the other party offered a price: "Our president offers you fifty million."
Richie was stunned. Fifty million... to get soone out of the villa? So simple?
What the heck!
The rich are truly different! A whole new world!
Richie imdiately agreed: "No problem, in an hour, I’ll deliver them to you."
Deal reached.
As soon as Richie hung up, a text ssage ca in: fifty million received.
Richie was once again stunned.
What the heck! Who is this? Not only can they get his number, they even got his account details. This fifty million arrived as fast as fifty bucks!
Since joining the organization, this was the fastest paynt Richie had ever received.
Other buyers dithered over deposits, and most balances only arrived after the task was completed.
Only this client was so straightforward.
Wind, Thunder, and Flash all gathered around to see the paynt.
"What the heck~ fifty million."
"What the heck~ so straightforward?"
"What the heck~ just for kidnapping soone?"
What kind of divine client is this? They’re begging for a stack of such clients.
"Shoo, shoo..."
Richie waved them away.
His previously stifled mood soared, standing up with a smile: "I’m off to execute a mission for the patron."
Wind, Thunder, Flash: Blinded with envy!
An hour later.
Derrick Stern received a call from Richie.
"The person has been extracted, send the handover location."
"Okay."
Derrick was slightly surprised. Richie’s speed was indeed fast. He said an hour later, and it really was exactly an hour, not a minute less, that Jack Quinn was gotten out.
After ending the call.
Derrick asked the bossy president sitting on the leather sofa: "President Kane, Richie has already gotten Jack Quinn out. Richie is asking for the handover location."
Leon Keane tapped his fingers on the desk, slowly saying: "Deathknell Boxing Club."
Deathknell Boxing Club belongs to the underground fight club in Ravenswood. This place is the most suitable for Jack Quinn at the mont, where he will et his end in a rather atmospheric way.
"Got it." Derrick imdiately sent the address to Richie.
Seeing the address, Richie’s eyes flashed with interest. He had been to this place several tis and had even participated in so fights there. Being in his line of work, he definitely needed to frequently practice with "live targets."
"Do you know who I am? How dare you kidnap ? I advise you to release now, or else... my father and my grandfather will make sure you have nowhere to be buried."
Jack Quinn, tied up securely and tossed in the back, was terrified and loudly admonished the driving Richie.
As if that would scare Richie.
"Heh..." Richie chuckled dismissively, ignoring him.
Jack Quinn yelled until his throat went dry, but Richie didn’t pay him any attention. Upon arriving at the destination, Jack suddenly pleaded pitifully.
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