Chapter 422: Chapter 422

Chapter 422:

Sutton paused, his fear noticeable as he debated whether to continue, worried about the consequences.

Hale’s expression twisted into a stern smile.

“Continue.

But what exactly?”

Sutton, feeling cornered, said, “Well, our contacts in Mogluylia suggest that Miss Sanderson and Mr. Green might be engaged.”

Enraged, Hale snatched an ashtray from the table and threw it at Sutton’s forehead, blood starting to drip down from the corner of Sutton’s eye. Sutton remained still, blood covering his vision, his face taking on a grotesque appearance.

“Useless! All of you are useless! What do you mean ‘might be’? Dig deeper! I need complete details about Harlee’s ties with that man, everything about him, his activities, his location! If you can’t figure it out, this is where your life ends.”

“Now, leave!”

With his face half-covered in blood, Sutton bowed deeply and hurried out. Meanwhile, Matteo was seething with anger.

“Idiots! She’s right there in the hotel, and you’re telling me you can’t make a move? Worse, you let her roam free? I’m giving you three days. If you haven’t resolved this by then, consider yourselves dead!”

Matteo hurled the object he was holding at the people kneeling before him. Then, his phone rang. Upon seeing the caller ID, Matteo’s eyes narrowed, and he pressed the answer button.

“Why are you calling, Mr. Sanderson?”

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“Pull back your top assassins. If they’re not out in an hour, I will disassemble one of your gangs. Two hours and two of your gangs disappear…” Kareem’s voice was cold, his tone commanding.

Laughing derisively, Matteo said, “Kareem, who do you think you are to threaten me?”

Kareem didn’t give him a chance to respond.

“Go ahead. Try me if you dare.”

With a click, the call ended abruptly.

Matteo’s eyes gleamed with anger.

As the underworld leader in Uwhor, how could he possibly fear Kareem, a man from Mogluylia? That was absurd!

Two hours later, his men came in to report.

“Mr… Mr. Walker, the Ivory Skeletons have been completely wiped out. Their entire gang is gone.”

“What?” Matteo sprang to his feet.

The Goldstone Club, Uwhor’s most prestigious private venue, catered exclusively to the affluent and powerful. On any given night, the club would be teeming with well-dressed patrons, the queue stretching even beyond three o’clock. Tonight, however, an unusual calm had settled over the establishment. Only staff and a few rarely seen executives roamed the premises.

This abrupt shift in atmosphere was attributed to Matteo’s arrival.

As he stepped through the doors, the usual crowd hesitated. Their desire to enter was quickly quelled by the imposing presence of Matteo’s men. Those who initially protested were swiftly silenced, their complaints dissolving into forced smiles as they came face to face with his entourage.

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