Chapter 97 - 97 The Thief Meets the Robber_1

Chapter 97 The Thief Meets the Robber_1

Triangle Tiger was comfortably lying on the sofa, humming a popular tune from TikTok, wondering whether to take the ivory pen holder or the yellow rosewood ornament. Just at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Brother Hu.

Iron Hand, with a cold face, quietly stared at the one lying on the sofa.

Xu Fan was someone he recognized; he was once one of the four young masters of Dragon City, quite handsome. The scar-faced, ugly, and burly man on the sofa was clearly not Xu Fan. Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Brother Hu also noticed the Zhongshan-suited Iron Hand, thinking he was the owner of the villa. With a quick move, he sprang up and said swiftly, “Sorry, I was a bit tired, so I was just resting on the sofa for a while.”

“Speak! Who the hell are you?” Iron Hand pressed Brother Hu to the ground with one hand.

Although Triangle Tiger had a glorious record of beating up five gangsters alone and was physically strong and never shied away from a fight, under the grip of this man in the Zhongshan suit, he was pinned to the ground in an instant, without even the slightest chance to resist.

“I’m a janitor,” Brother Hu’s face showed a hint of panic as he hurriedly said.

“Is that so? You don’t look like one to me!” Iron Hand slightly increased the pressure, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly covered Brother Hu’s forehead, and a piercing pain shot through his arm. He felt the man behind him must have a digger installed in his body; the strength was indescribable. Despite his strong frame, he was being manipulated like a toddler, squeezing the tears out of him.

“It hurts, it hurts! Big brother, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have impersonated a janitor to steal from your villa. But I haven’t stolen anything yet, it was just a thought. Please, I beg you to be magnanimous and spare me,” Brother Hu pleaded with tears, looking miserable as he begged Iron Hand for mercy.

The arm that Iron Hand was holding had started to turn blackish, a sign of poor blood circulation; it was so tight where Iron Hand grabbed, not even the blood vessels could flow.

“What? You came to the villa to steal?” Iron Hand’s tone filled with disappointment upon hearing this.

“I just had the thought, but I haven’t acted on it yet, so it doesn’t really qualify as stealing; it’s more like I have a strong desire for possession. Please, big brother, spare me. I won’t dare to do it again,” Brother Hu said miserably, feeling like his arm was about to break in two as he begged Iron Hand for mercy.

“So you’re saying you don’t recognize the owner of the villa?” Iron Hand asked, releasing Brother Hu’s arm.

“Understood, understood!” Brother Tiger nodded frantically.

“After you go down, come back up within three minutes. I’ll be watching you from upstairs, so don’t even think about making a pointless escape. You won’t be able to get out of the palm of my hand,” Iron Hand finished, picking up the obsidian ashtray from the table.

In Iron Hand’s grip, the hard obsidian was crushed into a pile of black powder in just a second.

“Boss! I’ll come right back after I’ve made the arrangements!” Brother Tiger was so frightened, he jumped. This damn strength was just too freakish; if he got squeezed even a little by him, he wouldn’t be left anything but a dried husk.

Brother Tiger had held a sliver of hope of escaping by car after going downstairs, but now, having witnessed Iron Hand’s show of strength, that thought was thrown out of his mind completely.

“Hurry up and get down there to make the arrangements,” Iron Hand urged.

As if his rear were on fire, Brother Tiger bounded down the stairs and shouted at Blondie, “Blondie, get your ass over here.”

“Brother Tiger? What’s up?” Blondie came over, clutching his waist, looking weak.

“I don’t care by what means, but within the next 12 hours, get the villa’s owner to come back here, or I won’t spare you,” Brother Tiger said fiercely.

If it wasn’t for the lousy idea that Blondie came up with, Brother Tiger wouldn’t be involved in this mess now, and his life wouldn’t be on a 24-hour countdown.

“Brother Tiger, what happened?” Blondie asked with a dumbfounded face.

“Shut the fuck up and don’t worry about it; you’re done with your chores. Use every method you’ve got to reach the owner of this villa. If he doesn’t come back today, we both die!” Brother Tiger said coldly.

“Seriously?” Blondie was nearly scared to piss himself; Brother Tiger was never one to joke about serious matters.

“If you want to see tomorrow’s sun, then hurry up and make contact,” Brother Tiger left the stern words behind and turned to walk upstairs.

Blondie stood there trembling, his face pale and sweating, fingers quivering as he punched the phone keys, making mistake after mistake.

Having just enjoyed his first threesome in life, he was now facing death, which made it impossible for him not to be nervous.