Trash one のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

The next day at nightfall. The lights shone brightly in Eagle castle. The painting of a white tiger roaring hanging on the wall look more powerful and domineering than ever. Dress in his usual linen suit, Johnson was sitting up straight on his throne under the painting. His right-hand man, Mad dog were stood imposingly next to him. On the both sides of the hall were the two distinguished guests for the evening, Chris Arson and Robert Rod. Both of them had dozens of men standing behind them. Each of them look threatening and was instantly recognizable as their respective elite fighters. All the three of them had already settled on killing Rogers Reaggan that very night before proceeding to divide his territories and businesses. Mr. Arson then spoke in a low, and muffled voice. "Johnson, I've heard that Rogers Reaggan is very close to that punk Jate Woods. I doubt he would bring him tonight for his death sentence." Mr. Rod laughed. "I bet that guy is scared shitless and won't there

Jate's figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Johnson. As their gazes met. Johnson's heart trembled. It was like staring into a deep, dark abyss, and inexplicably that he felt exceedingly small. There was shock and terror on his face as he asked. "Just who are you?" Jate's reply was icy. "You don't deserve to know. A criminal like you dying by my hand is already a great honor!" As the words parted his lips, his left hand shot out to grab Johnson's throat as if the other man weighed nothing. He lifted him off his feet easily. Before Johnson could struggle, Jate's fingers tightened and with a loud crack, he crashed his neck. Flinging the dead body away, Jate turned around with narrowed eyes to look at the battlefield behind him. The floor of the eagle castle was littered with more than four hundred dead or injured. All of them were Johnson's men. Already Ricardo Maslow and his team's murderous rampage. Johnson's remaining man lost the will to fight as the

Even though Randy and Kevin were brothers, they were actually from different mothers. Randy was the illegitimate son of the brown family whereas Kevin was the legitimate son of the family. Randy was the bastard child born of his father's mistress. This was why Randy had always looked down upon his little brother. Clearly, they had no brotherly love for each other as Randy did not seem to have a sad feeling whenever he mentioned his crippled brother. In fact, there was even a faint hint of disdain in his voice. John shifted awkwardly and were a little shocked at how straightforward Randy was. So, John responded. "Mr. Randy, you're very astute to have to deduce the reason for my visit. I'm very sorry about your brother's incident. I really wanted to get revenge for him. But then the underground organization became Rogers Reaggan's playground and he made it very clear . Nobody was allowed to touch Jate Woods and his family. I don't know what else to do so could you please put in a good

Jate stared at Jenna, stared back at him arrogantly. She was not afraid. Nothing how the woman was really for a fight, his lips quirked upwards slightly. He pulled out a black card and wave it in front of her face, a small smirk appeared on his lips. "I wonder if this card will be enough to buy enough the clothing in this store?". The black card by World Bank was a card that could be used globally. More importantly, there was no credit limit on the card. When Jenna saw the black card in Jate's hand, her arrogant expression changed into a shock before turning into glee. An ingrating smile appeared on her face as she flattered. "Of course, sir! That card of yours could probably buy a hundred of our stores and there wouldn't be a single issue." Turning to Angela, Angelo, and Dulce, she immediately apologized for her earlier attitude. Her mannerisms were utterly despicable and the Winstons could not help but look down on her. In a particular shameless move, Jenna asked Jate. "Sir, wh

Angela's cheek flashed as she stuttered. "I..." The sales woman pulled out a beautiful umbrella swiftly as she was worried that Angela would give up on buying the watches. She smiled as she introduced. "If you buy the watches now, we can gift you this limited edition umbrella. This black umbrella was handcrafted by some of the finest makers in the world. The manufacturing cost alone is ten thousand per piece. Although there's no way it can compare to a rolls-royce umbrella that costs hundred thousand the quality is still very high." Unable to withstand the salesperson's persuasion, she bought the watches, her face was red with embarrassment. She really like the male watch and wanted to give it to her husband. After paying the bill, Jate took the umbrella as Angela carried the bag with the watches. Then, they left the store together. He had a slight smile of amusement on his face while Angela was still blushing. 'why did I buy that couple set? Great, this dummy l is going to tease