Eric raised an eyebrow wickedly. "How could it not be safe, baby? You have to trust your man. If I didn’t have confidence, wouldn’t that mean I’m just here to die?"
"Alright, just be careful!"
"Sure, that guy is here, so I’ll hang up now." Eric said with a faint smile, setting his phone aside.
The newcomer was Alvin Torres, the owner of Ten Nights Bar, where Eric had arranged to discuss an acquisition. s
Alvin, a middle-aged man in his forties with a somewhat portly appearance, instantly broke into a wide smile upon seeing Eric. "Mr. Nelson, great to meet you! I never expected to see you in person!"
"Please, have a seat, Mr. Torres!" Eric replied with a slight smile, swirling his drink.
At the bar, a woman was skillfully mixing cocktails.
"Give me a Bloody Mary," Alvin said, his demeanor relaxed and cheerful.
Eric’s gaze flickered.
Alvin didn’t seem involved in the murder-for-hire case; he was merely close to the person behind it and had been used.
However, Eric had opted for his S plan, choosing to meet at the seaside bar, Ocean Breeze, instead of Ten Night Bar.
"I’ll have a Bloody Mary too!" Eric smiled. "Mr. Torres, we share similar tastes."
Alvin appeared respectful and thrilled; after all, Eric was a rising business star, and establishing a connection with him promised future benefits.
After some pleasantries, they dove straight into business.
The bartender noticed the two engaged in lively conversation and signaled a server to deliver the two Bloody Marys to Eric and Alvin.
As the two finished their drinks, the bartender displayed a bloodthirsty smile.
She lowered her voice, whispering, "They’ve both finished their drinks; it’s time to act!"
The bartender smirked subtly; hours earlier, she and Blood Wolf had received a call from their boss instructing them to eliminate Eric.
To that person, anyone who harmed his woman had to pay with their life!
The meeting between Eric and Alvin was going smoothly, and Alvin, excited, was about to present the prepared contract when suddenly, he felt dizzy, his world spinning!
"What’s happening... the drink... it’s drugged!"
Alvin slumped over the table, drifting into unconsciousness. In his last glance, he saw Eric frowning and clutching his head, indicating he had also ingested the drugged drink.
As the two collapsed, the bartender whistled, and the bar’s back room opened, revealing three or four men.
This bar was usually quiet, with more patrons only at night; at that moment, only Eric and Alvin occupied the hall.
Rumor had it that Eric chose this place for its tranquility when meeting Alvin!
The four men swaggered over, one around forty, with a well-defined face but a glint of bloodlust in his eyes.
He leaned next to the unconscious Eric, sneering, "Ha! Mr. Nelson? Maybe you should head home for some milk. You expected me to show myself? With that IQ, you’re fit only to be a pretty boy!"
As the man laughed arrogantly, the bartender suddenly screamed, feeling something cold press against his temple!
Startled, he looked up to see a man in dark sunglasses, lips curled coldly. "Mr. Taylor, with your intelligence, it seems you’re better suited for a second chance at life—or maybe just go back to drinking milk!"
The man’s chilling voice seemed to come from hell!
As Eric slowly opened his eyes, he turned to the man beside him, sighing. "Mr. Taylor, wouldn’t it have been better to just shoot me while I was passed out? Instead, you want to play the big shot, showing off your power as president of Taylor Group, right?"
The four men were held at gunpoint, too afraid to move an inch.
Eric stood up and adjusted his tie elegantly. The man standing next to him - Donald Taylor, is the president of Taylor Group. He and Grace have been classmates since childhood and have been studying in the same university!
Donald’s obsession with Grace has reached a crazy level, but he dotes on her very much. After she fell in love with James, he did not stop her.
After Donald got married and had children, he still had such thoughts about Grace, and was instigated by her. So when she just married James, he started to take his fatherless and motherless nephew to S City and secretly trained him and several street children.
The assassination attempts on Eric were orchestrated by Donald’s Blood Wolf group.
But Eric held not only the evidence of his murder-for-hire scheme; he knew that in recent years, Taylor Group had engaged in money laundering, bribery, and even drug trafficking for greater profits.
For a major corporation to be involved in such activities, it spoke to Donald’s audacity and extensive connections.
"Mr. Donald, you are suspected of murder-for-hire, bribery, and drug trafficking. Here’s our arrest warrant. You may speak, but every word could be used as evidence against you!"
The handsome man in sunglasses scoffed, signaling his assistant to cuff Donald and the members of Blood Wolf.
Blood Wolf glared fiercely at Eric; his real name was Paul Taylor, Donald’s nephew, and the bartender was his wife.
The Blood Wolf group initially had two more assassins, but the one who shot Eric that night had been captured, and the seriously injured assailant had died.
"Eric... you’re bold! You’re clever! So the ones we took down were bait to lure me in!" Paul’s eyes sparkled with malice.
When they approached, they had spotted dozens of armed men, prompting them to fire silenced tranquilizer guns.
But they were misled by Eric’s ploy, thinking everyone was incapacitated and that Eric had no backup.
"I learned that from you! Honestly... I wanted to put a bullet in your heads right here to settle the score for those assassination attempts! But I, Eric, am a law-abiding citizen, so I had to collaborate with our new district chief to set a trap for you!"
Eric chuckled, his smile wickedly charming.
Several men rushed in from outside. "Boss, are you alright?"
"I’m fine. No knives, no bloodshed, and yet we’ve captured the notorious Blood Wolf group—what a brilliant feat! This is the highest achievement! Thanks, brothers!" Eric beamed at the man in sunglasses.
"Enough talk, go home and spend time with your wife!" the man flashed a dazzling smile, looking extremely handsome.