Chapter 598

Several days had passed since Mr. Thurray had contacted Jordan. At first, he didn’t feel much unease, only the thrill of impending revenge.

But as a week went by with no word from Jordan, he began to feel a little restless.

He had someone make inquiries and found out that in the higher echelons of Golden Port City, there was now only one major gang: the Lance Family.

They were the top, the one and only.

The former Five Families were a thing of the past, with only the Pasoretto Family remaining, but they were no match for the Lance Family in terms of strength.

Below them, there were many smaller gangs. The underworld, in fact, was just as complex and diverse as the world above. It was impossible for there to be only one gang.

As long as injustice, struggle, humiliation, exploitation, and oppression still existed in this world, gangs would continue to be born.

This was not to say that gangs were a good thing, but in this era, these negative social influences would accelerate their birth.

The reason for the birth of almost all gangs was to fight against exploitation, oppression, and social injustice.

Only a very small number of gangs might have wanted to do bad things from the very beginning, wanting to gain benefits through crime.

Especially in an environment with an absolute dominant force like the Lance Family.

After getting a little understanding of the situation in Golden Port City, Mr. Thurray became a little suspicious of the group that had blackmailed him.

He suspected that these people might be members of the Lance Family. If they were…

Then would Jordan’s trip be successful?

Would he be able to get his lost money back?

Would he be able to teach the boss of Wanli Pictures a lesson?

He didn’t know. He really wanted to call Jordan right now and tell him that even if he had to take charge of the negotiations and get back half the money, he would accept it.

He no longer begged to get it all back; he just wanted half.

Two days ago, this thought would only occasionally appear when he was quiet, through the thought of “what if something happens?” But these past two days, he would think about it from time to time.

He lay in bed, unable to sleep, his mind filled with many things, most of which were probably regret. Regret that he shouldn’t have, out of greed, despite having signed a contract, still wanted to greedily take the part that didn’t belong to him.

It was only a little over a hundred thousand in total, which was nothing compared to his current losses.

He regretted it.

Regret was like a venomous but not fatal snake that had bitten him hard, making him spend the rest of his time in remorse.

He didn’t know if it was because he had been thinking too much, but he seemed to hear some sound coming from outside.

Only he and his family lived in the villa: his wife, a boy, and a girl.

In fact, there was also a maid working in the villa, but she did not live here because his wife suspected that the maid was seducing him, but could not find any actual evidence.

In addition, the maid had a very good relationship with their children, so although Mr. Thurray’s wife did not drive her away, she did not allow her to live here either.

Who knew when she might go to another city and not be able to come back, and that bitch would climb into Mr. Thurray’s bed.

So, the only people living here at night were Mr. Thurray’s family.

Their son would sometimes go to the kitchen to get some water at night, but this sound… didn’t seem to be coming from the kitchen.

In the dark night, a pair of eyes reflecting a faint light suddenly opened. He maintained a sleeping posture for about ten seconds, and then slowly sat up.

He tried his best to slow down his movements so as not to produce any unnecessary noise.

He slowly opened the drawer and took out the revolver inside.

Like the owners of the villas in this neighborhood, they would all have one or more weapons prepared at the head of their beds. This place was sometimes not so safe.

He walked to the bedroom door, pressed his ear against the door panel, and listened for a while. There seemed to be no sound.

Did I hear wrong?

He questioned his own judgment, but quickly dismissed the thought. He held the gun and slowly opened the door. Standing in the second-floor corridor, he looked down. He couldn’t see anything in the dark living room. There was a night light in the dining room.

Because sometimes they themselves would go to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink due to hunger or thirst.

He slowly walked down from upstairs. Although the living room was dark, he could still see some outlines. There was no one here.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was no longer a rarity. The price of 350 in New Golden City made it not yet able to enter every home.

And its rapid iteration also made many people always want to wait a little longer.

But for the rich, 350 was not a reason to stop them from enjoying the fruits of technology first.

The refrigerator had a faint strange smell, which could also be called a stench. It was the smell of ozone.

The refrigerator had a drawback. Unless it was ensured that it was always below zero, bacteria would definitely grow.

Once bacteria grew, as long as food was put in, it would definitely be contaminated by the bacteria.

In order to solve this problem, scientists and capitalists used electrolysis to produce ozone to sterilize the inside of the refrigerator.

This also led to the current refrigerators always emitting a faint strange smell.

Scientists also said that food protected by ozone would be more beneficial to health, but in fact, it would make the food taste very strange.

So people would basically put things in a glass bottle, tighten the cap, and then put it in, instead of just opening it and putting it in.

Mr. Thurray took out a bottle of iced milk. He placed the handgun on the cabinet beside him, then unscrewed the cap and poured the milk into a glass.

Drinking a glass of milk at night could make his sleep a little better.

Just as he had finished the milk in the glass with his head tilted back and was about to go back to sleep, he suddenly saw in the corner of his eye that two figures had suddenly appeared in the living room, which had been empty just now.

His whole body trembled violently, as if he had received a great shock, and he almost fell to the ground.

The glass in his hand fell to the floor and shattered. At the same time, he could no longer care about his somewhat painful instep and turned around to grab the handgun on the cabinet.

It was this turning motion that made him discover that on his side, there was another person, and he was already very close to him.

That person walked out of the shadows, holding a handgun, and looking at him.

At this moment, all the blood in his body seemed to have turned cold.

“Dear, what happened?” his wife’s call came from upstairs.

After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he did not answer. His wife called out again, “Dear?”

Mr. Thurray took a deep breath. “No, nothing. The glass fell on the floor.”

The voice upstairs disappeared. He lowered his voice a little. “There’s a few hundred dollars in the drawer in the garage. I promise not to call the police. Take it and… get out of my house.”

His tone was filled with a hint of anger. “Jordan of the Death Angels is my brother. If anything happens to me, I guarantee that none of you will have a good end!”

“He will find you and then avenge me!”

“If I were you, I would go to the garage now, open the drawer, take the money and the keys, take my money, and drive my car away with you.”

“I promise, I won’t call the police. Let’s just say we’re making friends.”

His car was not a top-of-the-line luxury car, but it was a very good car, costing more than 3,000. At this time, it was already considered an upper-middle-class car.

Even if it were sold second-hand, it could still be sold for more than a thousand.

Nearly two thousand at once really made him feel a little pained, but compared to his life, he knew which was more important.

If it were really a case of burglary or even home invasion, then his plan would have definitely succeeded by now.

Compared to risking a greater danger to obtain money that might not be more than this, it was better to leave safely with the cash and that car.

But this time he had encountered Lawn, Lance’s man, which was doomed to make his little trick fail.

Lawn said softly, “You shouldn’t have let that Jordan go to Golden Port, Mr. Thurray.”

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Thurray knew he was in trouble.

His whole body went numb!

Jordan must have had an accident, so these people would appear here. He was just about to explain something when Lawn said again, “Mr. Lance invites you and your family to Golden Port for a trip. You will have enough time on the road to think about how to keep yourselves safe and alive.”

Mr. Thurray did not agree immediately. His gaze shifted to the two figures in the living room.

In the night light, his eyes showed a trace of madness, but only a trace, not strong, not obvious.

Lawn advised, “If you do something you shouldn’t do, I will shoot you, then go upstairs and shoot your wife and your children, and then set this place on fire.”

“Mr. Lance did not ask me to bring you back alive. Do you understand what I mean?”

The madness in Mr. Thurray’s eyes gradually faded, leaving only reason and fear.

Lawn tilted his head towards the stairs. “Go, wake them up. Don’t disturb the neighbors. I don’t want to wash this place with blood.”

“Then pack your bags and set off.”

Half an hour later, the family, with dark and silent faces, carried their suitcases and got into the van they had driven. No one dared to resist, under the intimidation of the gun.

In fact, if they had really fought back… well, if they had really fought back, there would only have been a pile of corpses. At least now they were still alive.

Mr. Thurray had left a note telling the maid that they had gone on a trip. She just needed to keep the house clean and tidy and not worry about anything else.

The car left New Golden City under the cover of night and headed towards Likalai State. After the city had driven out of the city, Mr. Thurray couldn’t help but ask, “Jordan… is he okay?”

His only hope now was pinned on Jordan.

Lawn said with a smile, “I don’t know who you’re talking about, but they have all returned to the embrace of God.”

Mr. Thurray’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe this news.

After a while, he lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “My God…”

(End of a Chapter)