Chapter 55: Chapter 54 Trading_l
Translator: 549690339
“Big brother. ”
Looking at Maurice Yarrow’s expectant face on the screen, Bridger Davenport felt bitter inside.
“How did it go? Was Aron Jackson wiped out?” On the other end of the phone, a deep voice sounded. “Big brother, we took a beating!”
Bridger hung his head, his face etched with bitterness.
The Three Blade Group’s strategist and the manager of the Gonzalez City branch had bungled the job on their own turf.
Bridger himself couldn’t accept such a result.
And accompanying them had been Noah Miller, one of the top three fighters within the group.
Yet, they still lost, utterly and completely!
“What! Say that again?”
On the other side of the video call, Maurice Yarrow’s eyes revealed disbelief!
“Bridger, you little bastard, you dare jest with big brother? Speak up, did we succeed or not!”
Subconsciously, he thought Bridger was joking with him.
After all, how could they fail with Noah Miller, a heavy hitter of the Three Blade Group, having rushed to Gonzalez City?
Let alone, there had been no failure whenever Old Man Miller the Weirdo took action.
“Take a look for yourself!”
Bridger turned the camera to show the Three Blade Group members groaning in pain on the ground, Gerrard Cook tied to a chair, Noah Miller lying half-dead on the floor, and Julius Reed standing with a smile on his face, hands clasped behind his back.
Lastly, he pointed the camera at his own broken leg, the blood having soaked his trousers and even stained his shoes.
“The opponent was too strong, we did our best.”
Bridger sat back down in the chair, weakly smiling and saying, “I’m sorry for letting you down.”
In the screen, Maurice Yarrow’s face was ashen, his heart reeling like a stormy sea.
After a short silence, he spoke up, “Who did it? Aron Jackson is strong, but he’s not capable of this.”
Maurice well knew Noah Miller’s combat prowess.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent a fortune to enlist the old demon.
As Aron Jackson’s old rival, he had probed Jackson’s strength before. While Jackson might not be inferior to Miller, the idea that he could reduce Miller to this state was impossible!
Not to mention who would have the edge in a fight, if Miller wanted to flee, nobody could stop him!
At least, nobody he knew of could stop him!
“Boss Yarrow thinks too little of me, Aron Jackson, but you guessed right; my brother was the one who took action!”
Aron Jackson snatched the phone and greeted Maurice in the screen, “Boss Yarrow, you really do remember to eat but not the thrashings, last time I made you crawl out like a dog, do you plan to end up like a dead dog this time?”
“Shut up!”
Struck on a sore point, Maurice Yarrow roared like an outraged lion, angrily shouting, “Aron Jackson! Leave some leeway in life! Speak, what are your terms!”
The exchange between the two was heard crystal clear by the members of the Three Blade Group in the warehouse.
Even Bridger was slightly taken aback, before an expression of sudden realization dawned on him.
Reflecting on the past interactions between Maurice Yarrow and Aron Jackson, and considering the subsequent actions, he seemed to grasp the kind of deal that had taken place between the two men.
Now, when he looked at Aron Jackson, his gaze carried something different.
“Ten billion!”
Hearing the other side start to negotiate, Julius Reed blurted out. If the Three Blade Group dared to trouble them, they had to pay a price.
“Who are you!”
On the other end of the phone, Maurice Yarrow’s brow furrowed, speaking with a hostile tone, “Is this how Aron Jackson teaches his employees? No sense of decorum at all! When bosses are talking, it’s not your place to interrupt!” In the group, status was of utmost importance.
Only the bosses were entitled to converse; other employees could only stand aside.
“The cause of today’s incident is that your Three Blade Group has offended my brother,”
Aron Jackson shrugged slightly with a spectator’s expression on his face.
Julius Reed may be the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, but he’s merely an employee, not even significant enough to be considered a brother, yet he dares to call himself the elder brother?
But in front of outsiders, he could not reveal this secret.
“Boss Yarrow, when I, Aron Jackson, do things, I have my reasons. Today’s incident was purely to vent anger for my brother, so I won’t interfere with your negotiations,”
It was clear from Aron Jackson’s words that the decision-making power today was not in his hands.
And Maurice Yarrow obviously didn’t know who Julius Reed was, but he was equally certain of one thing, anyone who could defeat Noah Miller was by no means simple!
And so young, too!
He looked to be just over twenty, how terrifying! “What exactly is going on? How did I provoke this young brother?”
Maurice Yarrow sensed something was amiss.
He had been struggling against Aron Jackson for three years and had come to understand him somewhat.
Although they were opponents, he had to admit, Aron Jackson could be described as open and aboveboard.
When this incident occurred, Maurice Yarrow subconsciously thought that Aron Jackson couldn’t hold back and wanted to monopolize Gonzalez City.
But now it seemed there must be other reasons.
“Big brother! Gerrard Cook took on a bounty behind your back to kill this brother! As a result, Ignacio Cook went to handle the task and died, which made this brother turn his anger on us!”
Bridger Davenport shouted into the phone.
Under someone else’s roof, he had no choice but to sacrifice a pawn to save the king, offering up Gerrard Cook to save himself.
“What! Give the phone to Gerrard Cook!”
Hearing Bridger Davenport’s words, Maurice Yarrow was startled and then turned furious!
Now, hearing that his branch manager had accepted a bounty in secret and brought disaster upon the group, how could he not be angry!
“Gerrard Cook! I have always been good to you! With millions in bonuses each year, are you still not satisfied?”
Maurice Yarrow roared furiously, “You not only violated the group’s regulations but also brought shame to our group! Sent your colleagues from the branch office to their deaths!”
Gerrard Cook bowed his head, his eyes full of despair.
As the manager of Gonzalez City, he knew what he was facing.
“Young brother, now that you’ve injured so many people, we should be even, right?”
Maurice Yarrow was very angry, but his primary task was to rescue his people trapped in Gonzalez City.
“Let my people go, and I won’t pursue today’s matter any further, we both step back, how does that sound!”
“Ten billion, not a penny less, or you can come collect the bodies,” Julius Reed shook his head, not paying attention to his words at all.
“Kid, don’t overreach yourself!”
Maurice Yarrow gritted his teeth, “If you want to stand up to my Three Blade Group, you better weigh your own strength first!”
“Collect the bodies!”
Julius Reed said flatly, slowly walking towards Bridger Davenport.
“Ten billion! Give me your account number!” Maurice Yarrow yelled through gritted teeth.
He had no choice but to submit.
“You have thirty minutes, ”
Julius Reed took out a black card from his pocket and recited the card number to Maurice Yarrow.
“I hope you keep your word!”
After finishing his sentence, Maurice Yarrow hung up the video call, grinding his teeth..
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