Chapter 682: Chapter 308: The Fruit of Victory
Beggar Gang Disciples used the camera to capture the sordid display of these people, admiring the famous actress and model’s figures before thinking about editing the footage later to ensure none of their own appeared on screen.
Upon hearing the Black Hawk Helicopter, Violet knew the situation was under control. She quickly changed her clothes and hurried from her hiding spot to join the others.
“Glad you weren’t bullied by them. Where did you run off to earlier?” Mouse asked curiously.
“I have my own ways. Don’t pry into it,” Violet replied annoyed, then bypassed him and ran towards the General Sect Leader to claim credit.
“Good job,” Allen Zhang nodded, praising her, “Later, you can go to Dave to get the reward you deserve.”
“Boss, is the bonus the only reward I get?” Violet asked with puppy eyes.
“What are you thinking, I’m your boss, aiming for a promotion, huh?” Allen Zhang said irritably.
“That’s not impossible,” Violet chuckled. The group was all chat and laughter, enjoying themselves.
Madison continued to strut in front of Priyan, making his way to Colonel Frank. Seeing the old man’s pained expression, he consoled, “Yo, isn’t that Colonel Frank? Such an honor to see you here. Don’t worry, someone’s already clued us in on your situation. As not to tarnish the military’s reputation, we won’t publicly release your video.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Madison,” Frank immediately responded, clearly overjoyed. Content originally comes from novel fire.net
“Don’t celebrate too early, your video will be handed over to the military. They’ll decide what to do with it. You’d best have thought about how to explain this to your superiors,” Madison laughed.
Colonel Frank sighed helplessly, understanding that the other side was ready to use his compromising material for a bargaining chip—just out of the wolves’ lair and into the tiger’s mouth.
The best outcome was retirement from the military district, and the worst might be dying from suicide by 27 shots. But he was out of options.
Madison, on his high horse, went to greet each person. “Hello, long time no see, Mr. Manson. Didn’t scare you, did I? Don’t misunderstand, this isn’t targeted at you personally. But you must have expected this day after you betrayed our organization and defected to Priyan’s camp, didn’t you? I said I’d get back at you and make you pay in blood! But you didn’t take it seriously.”
The man smiled awkwardly, speechless, and could only nod in agreement, saying, “Can I put on some clothes?”
“You cannot. Stay as you are, I like seeing you this disheveled,” Madison implied, laughing heartily as he looked at his lower half before turning and moving on to the next person.
Like a general victoriously visiting a POW camp, he greeted each high-profile acquaintance among the defeated.
“Hey, Judge, should you not be in court judging the guilty? What are you doing here? Oh, I get it! The girls here must be guilty too? Their only crime was demanding money from you, too much of it! Hahahaha!”
“Hello, Victor, heard there was trouble at Blue Pharma. Was it you who jumped ship and reported us to the CIA? Well done! You even got me to spend extra time at the police station. But surely you didn’t anticipate ending up ? Relax, we have no interest in your pharma company. After all, I don’t fancy those cheap pills you make; they’re for the poor.”
Madison, wherever he went, mocked each familiar face he saw, leaving them as dejected as frostbitten eggplants. As for the stars and gang members, he ignored them completely, for they had neither the power nor the status to speak with him, and he had no interest in popularity or hype.
“Madison, what would it take for you to let me go? To wipe the slate clean of our grudges? A hundred million? Two hundred million?” Priyan knelt on the ground. After calming down, his hands stopped trembling. He took a deep breath as Madison approached, “How about this, I can give you five hundred million US dollars to buy those videos…”
Bang!! Before he could finish, Madison landed a Russian-style big swing on his face. Caught off guard, Priyan reeled from the punch.
Lying on the ground, he clutched his bleeding mouth and swollen cheek, disbelievingly staring at Madison.
“F**k you! Do you think I’m short of money? Think I’d fancy your five hundred million US dollars? When you had someone go after my son and my collections, you should’ve known this day would come!”
Madison, furious, cursed, “You deserve a punishment a hundred times more brutal than the others! Rest assured, I’ll take good care of you!”
He shook off his hand; he hadn’t trained in boxing, and his punching stance and position were all based on instinct. The punch to the opponent felt unprofitable; he might have even cracked his bone. But Madison, furious, didn’t care and approached the General Sect Leader, “I need your drugs.”
Allen Zhang immediately signaled to the Beggar Gang Disciples, who retrieved a tightly sealed metal box from the helicopter, opened it to reveal several glass tubes of medicine and syringes.