Salute To The General

Dip replied, "Managing the business is not an urgent matter. Did I see someone bullying you earlier?"

The mere mention of what had happened earlier turned Bradley into a shade of red. Burning with rage, he said, "That foreign b*tch ignored me and had her boyfriend beat me up. I will surely get back at her for it."

Dip nodded. “Good. Men should behave that way. We must repay all the kindness extended to us, but we must also get others back for all the evil done to us. Only then will we be successful. I will help you in any way I can. Money, fighters... I have all the resources in the world, and I can provide you with anything you need."

Bradley was already thinking about how he would exact his revenge on Sofie and Nathan. Hence, he was ecstatic to know that his uncle would send resources his way.

His eyes bulged as a look of appreciation crept up on his face. "Uncle Dip, you are so kind to me."

Dip smiled as he said, "I have always had faith in the people I hire, and I will support you so long as you work for me. Besides, this will be an excellent test. If you successfully exact your revenge, I will make things official and let you take over all the domestic businesses I own. On the other hand, if you cannot exact your revenge, then it is likely that you won't be able to handle the challenges of running a business. That, in turn, will lose you your chance to manage my assets."

Hearing that prompted Bradley to quickly reassure Dip, "Don't worry, Uncle Dip. Since you are giving me the resources I need to exact my revenge, there is no way I can't handle a foreign chick and her friend."

Dip smiled. "Then I'll be watching closely. I'm sure you know that my current circumstances are unique, but I'd like to remind you about something. My only intention for coming home is to find someone to manage my business. I don't want to make a spectacle, so do not tell anyone that I am back."

Bradley promised, "Don't worry, Uncle Dip. I will never say anything to anyone."

Dip nodded approvingly. “Good. This is the name card of one of my best subordinates, Velimir. He can get you whatever you need, be it money or fighters. Just say the word."

With a look of delight, Bradley accepted the card. He sounded excited when he replied, "Understood, Uncle Dip."

Dip added expectantly, "I have high hopes for you. Don't let me down."

After saying that, Dip rolled up the window and ordered the chauffeur to drive away.

The black car disappeared from Bradley's line of sight soon after.

Bradley's friend walked over to him at that moment.

They all had swollen faces, and as they moaned in pain, they stared in the direction the car was headed.

Curious, they asked, "Yo, Bradley et

Who's the guy in the car? Why is he so full of it? I can't believe he had you stand beside the car just so he could reprimand you."

Bradley glared at his friends in dissatisfaction before growling, "What are you bullsh*tting about? The man in the car is my savior!"

After saying that, his expression turned into a grimace. He gritted his teeth and declared, "With that man's help, that b*tch, Sofie, and her friend are as good as dead."

Bradley's friends couldn't help speaking up after they heard what he said. "Bradley, that woman's friend seems like a powerful fighter. Are you sure you still want to mess with them?"

Bradley showed off the name card he had with him and scoffed. "It doesn't matter how good he is as a fighter. With this, I can get all the money and fighters I need, so Sofie and her friend are dead meat for sure."

After saying all that, Bradley dialed the number printed on the card.

“Hi, is this Velimir? I was told to call you. Please transfer one million into my account and get a dozen skilled fighters ready for me. I'll need them by tonight."

Meanwhile, in the luxury car that was traveling down the road, Dip was in the back seat when his subordinate, Velimir, politely

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reported, "Sir, Bradley has called and asked for some money and men. I've

already agreed to supply both."

"Good," replied Dip with a wry grin.

Velimir couldn't help asking, "Killing Sofie who is under Nathan's protection... Can that brat, Bradley, really accomplish that?"

With a sly smile, Dip replied, "We still

don't know who Sofie is, but my guess is that she is someone important, and Nathan'sText © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

involvement only further proved that. The only thing I'm worried about is that we might be in trouble if we kill Sofie ourselves. Hence, I am getting Bradley to be the scapegoat. Velimir, you are to kill Sofie when the opportunity presents itself. After that, frame Bradley as the murderer

and then kill him. I want you to make it look as though he killed himself out of guilt. That way, we can murder Sofie and be free of the

consequences."

Velimir was surprised to hear the entire plan. "You are absolutely brilliant, Sir."

Dip laughed in satisfaction. "That Ariarican, Shearson, hired us to be his scapegoat, so naturally, we have to find a scapegoat of our own as well. Only then will we survive this."