Chapter 125
Juan’s heart pounded as he swallowed hard. There was nothing funny about this situation at all. Unfortunately, Tony had already hung up, pleased with himself.
“Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything. Just let me live!” Juan begged on his knees as Andrew approached with an increasingly cold smile.
Meanwhile, at East Side, Tony sat relaxed in his leather armchair with a casual smile. He declared. “I’m not releasing him. The kid beat up Juan, my only son. Anyone who touches him is basically spitting in my face, and that means death.”
Lauren, Cedric, and Dylan sat across from him, their faces grim.
“Mr. Madden Senior, this whole mess started because Juan provoked Andrew first,” Lauren argued angrily. “Isn’t it excessive to kill someone just because of that? You can’t just abuse your position as East Side’s crime lord to take lives as you please.”
“Ms. Rhodes, I don’t appreciate that tone,” Tony drawled, sipping his tea. “Even if Juan started it, so what? That kid is just a nobody. Are you seriously suggesting he’s on the same. level as my son?”
Cedric glared at Tony, his voice heavy with warning. “You’re pushing your luck. Don’t you fear the consequences of going too far?”
Tony scoffed. “In Jayrodale, I am the consequences. Anyone who crosses East Side is finished.”
Cedric clenched his fists in frustration but held his tongue. He knew pushing Tony too far would only endanger Andrew’s life.
Only Dylan maintained his composure. “Tony, I warned you not to touch Mr. Lloyd. Aren’t you worried you’ve picked the wrong fight?”
Tony sneered. “You’re a coward, Dylan, but I’m not. I know the kid has skills–I heard he put Bobby in a coma. But unlike you, I’m no pushover.”
Dylan continued, “Tony, I’m aware you’ve been expanding East Side’s influence, gaining strength in this city. But your arrogance blinds you. I guarantee you–if you harm Mr. Lloyd, it won’t end with just you. East Side will bleed for it”
Tony’s expression darkened as he slammed his teacup onto the table. “Oh, is that so? Then let’s see how you plan to make East Side bleed!”
Dylan stood firm, his voice steady. “We at South City may not have the strength to topple East Side. But the people behind Mr. Lloyd–those are the ones you don’t want to cross.”
Tony scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “What people? That kid’s just some small–time doctor.
“What kind of ‘backing‘ could he possibly have? Co on, name one person. I’ll call it your win if
Chapter 125
it even makes me bat an eye.”
Dylan’s jaw tightened, ready to drop a name.
+25 BONI
However, before he could speak, chaotic footsteps and panicked shouts erupted outside all of a sudden.
The door burst wide open, and a body was carried inside. It was Rocco–lifeless, his face eerily calm in death.
Behind him, Juan stumbled in, his face unrecognizable under layers of bruises and blood. His entire body trembled as if he were freezing, his terror palpable.
Tony shot up from his chair in fury. “W–Who did this?”
