Chapter 278
“How dare you insult Madam Vostokoff! Are you asking for death?” West End’s enforcers erupted in anger.
“In all these years, no one has ever dared to disrespect our leader on our turf!”
Over the years, many have experienced Natasha’s ruthless cunning firsthand. For this young upstart to openly mock her intelligence right to her face–he must have been tired of living.
Atlas and Finley could barely contain their joy at this turn of events.
“Dylan, is this your way of making South City perish faster?” Finley taunted, fanning himself
with a smirk.
He added, “Andrew, I know you’re trying to get Madam Vostokoff’s attention, but this thorny rose is far beyond your reach. Now, you’ll probably leave here in pieces!”
“Mr. Garner, he’s your man,” Natasha snapped. For old times‘ sake, I’ll give you one chance to explain what he means. Otherwise, none of you will leave West End’s headquarters alive.
“Madam Vostokoff, Mr. Lloyd can be quite direct, but let me explain-” Dylan began with an awkward smile.
“Explain? No need,” Andrew interrupted, still smiling. “Madam Vostokoff, I’ll say it again- you’re a fool being played for entertainment, and you don’t even realize it.”
Natasha’s men were enraged. Before long, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the conference room, and dozens of West End’s thugs armed with machetes, batons, and knives flooded in, surrounding them completely.
“Now you know why they call me the Black Widow,” Natasha said coldly, looking down at the seated Andrew.
She continued, “Everyone who’s dared to challenge me is dead. I’ve seen too many young hotheads like you who think they’re untouchable just because they have some backing.
Dylan pleaded, “Madam Vostokoff, let’s talk this through. Mr. Lloyd came here to negotiate, not fight. Using force like this goes against the rules of the meeting.”
“I’ve been more than patient,” Natasha exploded “Did you not hear how this boy was asking for death? My reputation isn’t just for show!”
“Madam Vostokoff, I suggest cutting out his tongue first,” Finley chimed in gleefully. “Then break his limbs piece by piece. After he dies from torture, hang his body at West End’s entrance as a warning to others.”
“Any last words?” Natasha asked Andrew icily.
Andrew’s expression turned cold, and he calmly stated, “You’re proving my point about being a fool. Let’s ignore whether your men can even lay a finger on me for now.“
