Chapter 238
The man stood still, not even turning around, and said, “Your name is Griffin Soare, and you work for Atlas Giordano in the Northern District. You’re ruthless and have killed many innocent people. Am I right?”
Griffin did not deny it. He scoffed and replied, “Since I started practicing martial arts, I’ve killed and maimed so many people, I’ve lost count. Good, bad, young, old–it’s all the same. And you you sound like you’re here to avenge those dead souls. It’s a noble thought, but let’s see if you can back it up.”
Finally, the figure by the window turned around. It was Andrew, his face half–hidden in the dim light of the city outside. He nodded and replied, “Since you’ve admitted it, I’ll make your death a quick one.”
Griffin quickly drew a gun from his waist, aiming it at Andrew with a sneer. “You sure talk big for a guy your size. Do you think you’ll get away with it? One shot, and you’ll be history.”
With that, he pulled the trigger.
At the same time, Andrew’s right hand shot out like a flash of lightning. Then, Griffin’s body crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
In the blink of an eye, Griffin was dead, with a silver needle embedded deep in his for ead.
As Andrew stepped over his body, he paused for a moment and chuckled. “You were wrong. A real expert can talk all they want and still survive.”
Ten minutes later, chaos broke out in the hotel.
“Shit! Mr. Soare is dead! Notify Mr. Giordano immediately! Hurry!”
“Damn it, who killed Mr. Soare? Northern District will make them pay in blood!”
“Mr. Soare was strong, just a rank below Mr. Giordano. Who the hell could kill him?”
Meanwhile, in the Northern District.
When Atlas received the news of Griffin’s death, he leaped out of bed with a furious roar. ” Who did this?!”
His subordinates trembled as they replied, “We don’t know yet.”
Atlas’s eyes burned with fury. He quickly dressed and rushed to find Finley.
At that moment, Finley had just finished a night with two beautiful women and was lounging, feeling content. When Atlas barged in, he was clearly annoyed.
Finley asked, “It’s just one of your men, a low–level goon. Why the big fuss?”
Chapter 233
Atlas snapped, “Mr. Moore, this wasn’t just any goon. It was my right–hand man, Griffin Soare, the top fighter in Northern District.”
Finley shrugged, unfazed. “He was just a useless fool. If he’s dead, then let him be. We can talk tomorrow. I’ve had enough of a night already, wrestling a hundred rounds with two women in
bed.”
Atlas’s temples bulged with anger as he shouted, “Mr. Moore, my second–in–command is dead, and you’re here playing around with women? Shouldn’t you come with me to East City to figure out who did this?”
Finley waved him off, annoyed. “Relax. I’ll find the killer tomorrow and hand them over to you for punishment.”
Fuming, Atlas slammed the door behind him. He thought, “This idiot is too wrapped up in his pleasures. If not for the Hidden Dragons, I won’t even be bothered with him!‘
It was a crucial time to outsmart South City, yet Finley was holed up in his room having fun. It was simply ridiculous.
“Search everything. I want a full investigation. Find the person who killed Griffin. I will rip them apart with my own hands!”
In a fit of rage, the Northern District crime lord issued orders for a full–scale search. S e the war with South City began, everything had been going smoothly, with the Northern District always in control.
Yet, Griffin was suddenly dead, and it caught Atlas entirely off guard.
At the same time, in South City.
“Sir, good news, huge news! Griffin is dead! He’s gone for good! Looks like luck’s on our side!”
One of Dylan’s men came running, his face full of excitement.
Dylan and his trusted subordinates exchanged stunned glances, speechless at the unexpected
turn of events.
