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Chapter 922 A Show
Chapter 922 A Show
“I'm sorry, Mr. Campbell. I was wrong to blame you.”
After saying that apologetically, he picked up the dagger on the table, ready to cut off one of his own fingers as a gesture of atonement.
With a flick of his finger, Donald directly knocked the dagger out of Ashton's hand.
He looked at Ashton and said lightly, “A person only has ten fingers. If you cut them all off, how will you serve me in the future?”
How will I serve him in the future? Upon hearing Donald's words, Ashton responded with a serious expression, “Mr. Campbell, rest assured. Whatever you ask me to do in the future, I will do it. I will never have a second thought!”
While Ashton was over there pledging his loyalty, Grady had already sent out a distress message.
Immediately, Grady breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was saved for the night.
Just then, Donald turned his head toward Grady and asked, “So, has the money been transferred?”
Grady said softly, “You're asking for ten million, not a thousand. It's not going to be credited to your account that quickly.”
Donald looked at Grady with a smirk. “Why do I feel like you're speaking with more confidence now? Have you sent out a distress message?”
Grady's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked somewhat unnaturally, “W-What distress message?”
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Grady was taken aback, somewhat unsure of Donald's intentions.
“So, what you're saying is, you intended me to call my leader over?”
Donald said nonchalantly, “Why else? Won't it be more convenient if he comes to me instead of me going to him? After all, you guys from Razor Gang are all trash. You're not worthy of making me attend to this matter in person.”
Such arrogance! He's outrageous! Grady had never met anyone as arrogant as Donald.
He fathomed it was entirely due to his own lack of preparation that he got beaten up upon reaching the bar.
However, he figured after he sent a message to Tancred, Tancred would surely bring the best fighters from Razor Gang over. Donald, you may be able to defeat a Septet Stella Warrior, but can you win against a divine stage Novem Stella Warrior? If you can win against one, can you beat two of them?
The reason why Grady felt safe that night was because he knew what the trump card of Razor Gang was.
It was precisely because he knew the trump card that he was more confident than anyone else.
“All right. Since you're so brave, wait for me for half an hour. After half an hour, Tancred will make you beg for mercy on your knees!”
Donald looked at him casually and asked, “We're just going to wait while doing nothing? Why don't we have some sort of performance or show?”
Ashton understood what Donald meant.
He picked up the dagger from the ground, walked over to Grady, then tossed the dagger to him.
“Grady, it was you who made me cut off my finger when I refused to sell the drugs, wasn't it? It's time for you to give me back what I'm owed now.”
With a fierce look in his eyes, Grady stared at Ashton. “Ashton, think carefully. Tancred will be here soon. Right now, you're like a cock crowing on his own dunghill, but have you considered how much longer Donald can live?”
“How much longer Mr. Campbell can live is none of your concern. You should just worry about how much longer you have to live.”
Ashton pulled out a pistol from his waist, aiming at Grady's thigh, and said, “If you're not willing to do it, I'll lend you a hand.”
Grady knew Ashton was a ruthless man. To him, shooting someone in the thigh was no big deal at all.
With that thought, Grady gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger from the ground, and cut off one of his own fingers in front of everyone.
“Are you satisfied now?” Bearing the pain, Grady glared fiercely at Ashton.
Unexpectedly, Ashton stepped forward and kicked Grady's severed finger away. “How about you write a letter of repentance too?”