NovelEnglishChapter 0437
Ray and Alexander would never spare the thugs, who all ran and screamed for dear life. Ray, like a mad lion, pounced on them and knocked out all four punks one by one. “You...”
Tom struggled to his feet, then rushed over to help up his blind partner. He looked at Alexander, who was beside him, and then at the two urns not far away.
He froze. It felt as if lightning had struck him.
The surface of the urns was covered with a curtain, so he could not see the black and white photos of Ciro and Cian on the urns. However, just by looking at the urns, he could guess what was under the curtain.
He knew both Ciro and Cian, his dearest sons, were dead. In the courtyard, the four punks had their limbs broken by Ray and were dropped next to Big Bob’s body. “I'm sorry.”
Alexander bowed slowly, picked up the urns from the ground, and apologized to Tom. He handed the two urns to Tom, his voice solemn and mournful. “Mr. and Mrs. Carey, Ciro and Cian are good
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmen. Alexander intended to express his sorrow for their loss.
Tom’s frail body shook as he tried to hold back his cries. He put a trembling finger to his lips and turned his head to look at his blind wife.
Ciro and Cian’s mother was blind, so she could not see her sons‘ urns and had no idea they were dead. Tom thought he could keep it a secret from her and let her think that her sons were alive and well out there, even if it meant that she would never see them again.
“Ciro and Cian...have found a very good job.”
Alexander had guessed Tom’s thoughts. He gently put the urns aside, stepped forward to support the old lady’s arm, and said softly, “Missus Carey, Ciro and Cian had gone abroad to enjoy their blessings. They'll also be starting a family abroad.
“Not to worry. Every month, they'll send regular money to you both so that you can live a comfortable and good life.” 1/3 +15 BONOS
The elderly lady was thrilled to hear that her two sons were going abroad to start a good life. She stroked Alexander’s arm. “Young man, are you a friend of theirs? Did you just beat up Big Bob’s gang? You got yourself into a lot of trouble... You can’t mess with them! They...”
Alexander silently shook his head, his heart slowly letting out a long sigh.
He vowed to take good care of Ciro and Cian’s parents so that the two sacrificed men could rest in peace in heaven. He silently promised the brothers that their parents would never suffer again under his care.
About half an hour later...
After having regained his composure, Tom clutched the urns of his two sons with tears running down his cheeks but never let out an audible cry. He had decided to spare his wife’s heart and lied about the news of his son’s death.
Alexander motioned to Ray, and they bowed to the old man before leaving the small courtyard streaked with bloodstains.
At this point, Big Bob’s corpse had stiffened. The four punks with twisted arms and legs were tied up by Ray and thrown next to the body, the crotches of their pants stained with feces and urine. The stench was overwhelming.
“Who the hell are you?!”
They were badly injured, and the blood at the corners of their mouths had dried up. Their fear had turned to anger, and they hissed at Alexander and Ray, “You'll pay for killing Big Bob! You'll get the death sentence when you go to jail, you—”
Alexander’s arm swung out violently, his inner power whistling in the air as he struck the left side of this punk’s face so hard that his cheekbone shattered and collapsed. The punk fainted instantly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Who else has something to say?”
He looked at the other three punks with a straight face ominously. No one dared to look the Lord of War in the eye. He was condescending; he had the stern intention of killing.
The three punks trembled like chaff, not daring to make a sound in sheer fear.
No human could have such terrible eyes. They were just srogue punks rampaging through the countryside. They simply could not imagine the existence of such a terrible, ruthless person outside of their little world.
“You... Where is your territory?”
After a short period of dead silence, another punk finally opened his mouth to ask, “Me... No, we
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are under Tyler, Tyler Daykin! He’s the biggest contractor in the county and the developer of the tourism project! “He'll never forgive you for killing Big Bob! You...”
At this point, Alexander was tired of his nonsense.
“Ray.” He turned his head to look at Ray and spoke quietly. “Untie them, and let them go back to deliver the message. | want Tyler Daykin here within an hour.
“Otherwise, there will be consequences.”
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