Chapter 478
Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan)
The large man grabbed Sophieâs hand.
That was the final straw.
He still wouldnât listen despite being told nicely. Some people just need to taste the pain, donât they?
The next moment, she grabbed his hand and wrenched it backward. To his shock, Quinton even heard
the sound of breaking bones.
How could such a meek and frail-looking young woman be that heavy-handed?
âAh!â
The large man let out a squeal of pain.
His comrades in the vicinity pulled him aside at once and surrounded Sophie.
âYouâre here to sabotage us, arenât you?â
Quintonâs voice grew cold.
No matter who she is, she shouldnât have attacked my men on my turf.
âIâm sure you gangsters abide by your code of honor, Mr. Wheeler. How about this? Iâll fight you, and
youâll hear me out if you lose.â
If that is the only way to get him to listen, I donât mind fighting him.
âWhat? You want to fight me?â Quintonâs eyes blazed. How long has it been since somebody dared
challenge me to my face?
Without outstanding martial skills, he could not have commanded the Emerald Gang for decades.
Either I come for my enemies in the underworld, or they come for me.
âVery well!â Quinton rose from his seat.
Sophie responded, âThen weâll step outside as itâs too cramped in here. Iâm afraid we will break your
things!â I came here today to talk about Mark. It wouldnât be very polite to damage his belongings.
âHow brazen of you!â
How dare this young brat challenge me!
âYou need not raise a finger, Boss. Iâll teach her a lesson for you,â Quintonâs right-hand man said at
once.
Sheâs just a bratty little girl. How dare she behave so arrogantly. Does she not take the Emerald Gang
seriously?
âNo. Iâm the one sheâs challenging!â
As a veteran of the underworld, Quinton would not turn down a challenge.
The group filed into the yard, and Quinton and Sophie stood on both ends while facing each other.
âMake your move! Iâll allow you three strikes!â Quinton declared imperiously.
I am an elder, in any case. My act of generosity is customary.
Sophie could not help chuckling.
âDonât go easy on me, Mr. Wheeler. Honor your opponent by doing your best. Donât worry. I wonât go
easy on you as well.â
Quinton sneered, âWhat an arrogant girl. It appears you need a lesson today.â
Sophie laughed. âPlease, donât hold back.â
Without another word, she dove toward Quinton with an aggressive move, as she did not intend to
waste any more time.
Quinton did not expect the frail-looking girl to leap into action so quickly.
Not daring to take this fight with levity, he parried her strike at once.
The movements of both combatants were swift.
Quintonâs prolonged tenure in the underworld had honed his instinct for battles to an astonishing
degree.
However, Sophie suppressed him in both strength and speed.
Quinton felt her oppression from the beginning, but he persisted as he did not want to lose too severely
before his many subordinates.
After Sophie pressured him, she backed off slightly to spare him some dignity.
Quintonâs men were stunned.
Is Boss getting old? He took so long to fight a little girl.
The duo went back and forth as they unleashed impressive, powerful moves.
At last, Sophie let him keep his pride by ceasing her onslaught.
âAll right, Iâm done fighting you. Itâs boring!â
Quinton was furious that he could not even beat a young girl.
Then, he recalled that she was Markâs friend and began considering recruiting Sophie into the Emerald
Gang.
The boy is not suited for the Emerald Gang. His combat skills are so abysmal that he will suffer greatly
if he takes over as the gangâs next leader. However, things would be easier if this young lady were by
his side.
âSo, may I have a private word with you?â Sophie asked politely.
Her forehead was covered with sweat from the prolonged sparring, but she remained beautiful beyond
words.
How unexpected for such a pretty young woman to be such a terrifying opponent.
The huge contrast was shocking.
âOf course. Come with me.â Quinton led her to the study. He gazed at the young woman before him
and wondered how to begin.
âWhatâs your name?â
âSophie Tanner.â
âAll right, Sophie. What do you want to talk about?â She might as well just go straight to the point! I
donât like beating around the bush.
âAll right, then. I hope you can allow Mark to keep singing!â
Sophie was frank as he had hoped.
âHe loves to sing, and he is good at it. I donât know what you said that made him return to you, but I
know he is not happy.â
Mark was her friend who she could not bear to see unhappy.
Besides, he was still the lead singer of the Wheelers.
Quinton could not repress a frown at Sophieâs words.
âSo you are Sophie Tanner!â
Sophie nodded. âThatâs me.â
âDoes Mark know youâre here today?â
âNo.â
âArenât you afraid of not returning alive? Besides, Mark came back of his own free will. I didnât force
him.â What could the Emerald Gang do if Mark refused?
Sophie smiled.
âYou donât have to refuse so hastily, Mr. Wheeler. Youâre his father. Donât you want Mark to pursue his
dreams?â
Sophie came with only one purpose, and she was not giving up easily before achieving her goal.
âI have given him five years to do whatever he wants. Isnât that enough? There is no way I can continue
running the Emerald Gang now that I am old. He is my son. Of course, he should return to help me.â
It is only natural for a son to inherit his fatherâs business.
âDo you think Mark is suited for the Emerald Gang, Mr. Wheeler? Gang wars come and go and are full
of dangers. I donât think Mark is cut out for such a life.â
Quinton lapsed into deep thought. He, too, knew that Mark was not cut out for such a life, but no one
was born ready for it.
âYou have occupied the helm long enough. Donât you know the danger it entails?â Sophie continued. âI
donât think any father would want to endanger their son.â
Gangs fight over territory and shoot at each other every day. Nobody knows what would happen at any
moment. Is this the kind of life he wants to give Mark?
Quinton did not respond. Though he feared for his sonâs safety, his former enemies might not let them
go if he stepped down from his position of power.