Chapter 888: Chapter 888: The Fusion of Angel and Demon
The man in black quickly lifted his head to glance at him, then hurriedly lowered it again, immediately saying, “I’ll see to it right away.”
Lyle Westbrook casually stuck the small knife he held into the tabletop and stood up, “I’ll make the trip personally.”
“I want to see what kind of benefits First Brother gave him to have the guts to betray me.” The words were nonchalant, but when uttered with his breezy indifference, they sent chills down one’s spine.
The man in black didn’t dare say more and went to make arrangements.
A notorious underground casino in Country T was raided; the local gangster was caught mid-celebration, with two beautiful women, when someone kicked in his door.
The sight of the newcomer scared him into wetting his pants on the spot.
“Young Master Lyle, I was wrong, I was so wrong, I shouldn’t have let my thoughts wander, I shouldn’t have gotten too close to the Young Master…” Young Master Lyle… forgive me, just this once, I won’t dare to do it again…”
That singular utterance sent a man weighing over 160 kilograms into a shaking mess of fear, with his facial muscles twitching non-stop and sweat pouring down his ample forehead. He was completely naked, but the thought of clothing himself never crossed his mind, for he dared not act—his mind couldn’t even go there. He knelt before the man, incessantly apologizing, “Young Master Lyle, Young Master forced me—he said if I didn’t cooperate, he’d take my life. I had no choice but to agree to the Young Master, but I’ve never done anything to wrong you, Young Master Lyle…”
No sooner had he finished speaking than a kick sent him sprawling, “You didn’t wish to betray; you just didn’t have the chance to do so! Let me tell you, the moment you started dealing with the Young Master, you were already being watched. What did you think you could do?”
The man trembled with fright so violently that the fat on his buttocks quivered, his face jerking uncontrollably, his eyes shifting ceaselessly, filled with regret.
Young Master Lyle had been watching him since then?
How could he know nothing about it?
DId the Young Master also not know?
He inwardly shivered with fear. When had Young Master Lyle’s influence become so formidable? He bitterly regretted not thinking clearly at that time, listening to Young Master’s men who said that Lyle was always quiet and unassuming, non-competitive, and that, sooner or later, the Young Master would deal with him. Judging from the current situation, it wasn’t the Young Master dealing with Lyle; it was Lyle who had dealt with the Young Master.
He had just met with the Young Master, and immediately afterwards, Lyle showed up on his doorstep. What did that tell him? It showed that the Young Master was no match for Lyle; if the Young Master had truly been that powerful, how didn’t he even know Lyle had come to Country T? Why would he set up a meeting with him?
In a very short time, he realized the dire implications, which scared him even worse, and he continued to kowtow without stopping.
“Young Master Lyle, it really was the Young Master who threatened me; I never once thought of betraying you. Truly, I’ve never considered it, believe me.”
His howling was dreadful to hear.
Lyle’s subordinate glared fiercely at him, then inquired respectfully, “Young Master Lyle, should we take this man back for processing?”
“Break his left hand and take him out for others to see.”
That calm statement, delivered in an almost soothing tone, was surprisingly more ruthless than anyone else’s. His demeanour and air gave no hint that he could speak such harsh words.
But he did say them, indifferently, without so much as a twitch of the eyebrow, setting off a wave of bloodshed!
Truly a union of angel and demon!