Chapter 844

Theo looked at him coldly and said, “Hank, I advise you not to get involved in this matter. Mr. Clarke

doesn’t want additional trouble. But if you insist on protecting Caesar Bailey, then don’t blame me for

being merciless!”

Hank frowned and glanced at Caesar, seemingly having a silent discussion.

Caesar even gestured two fingers at him.

Philip naturally saw this communication.

However, he was unperturbed.

They were just some small potatoes. The outcome would be the same anyway.

Then, Hank stood up straight and chuckled. “Theo, I used to call you Mr. Theo in return for your

kindness, but now, the world has changed. If you want to use your identity as the underground king of

Riverdale to pressure me now, I’m afraid you won’t be able to suppress it.”

Was Hank not afraid of Theo?

Of course, he was.

However, the current situation was no longer something that could be solved with fear.

Hank and Caesar were already on the same boat. One could not do without the other.

At this time, Philip stood up. Anna directly passed a bunch of materials to him from behind. He held

them in his hand, opening them one by one. He then flung everything onto Hank’s face and said, “Hank

York, resident of Riverdale, 43 years old. You organized a small group privately and sought profit by

suppressing peers. 12 years ago, you were exposed due to accidental injuries and later retired to enter

the film and television industry. But I can see here that you succeeded in the upper ranks because of

some underhanded means,” Philip said.

Hank simply picked up a copy and flipped through it, anxiety filling his eyes.

This… How could this be?

He had obviously covered it up, but it was still found out.

After taking a few glances at it, Hank suddenly laughed before saying angrily, “Do you think you can

bring me down with these?”

A chill appeared in Philip’s eyes as he said calmly, “You’re just digging your own grave.”

Hank roared. “F*ck you! Why don’t you show me where my grave is supposed to be?! I refuse to

believe that there’s still a trail left after I’ve done so much!”

Philip could not be bothered to argue further and simply said, “I hope you don’t come to beg me then.”

After that, Philip turned around and left.

The big group of people left the café.

Looking at Philip’s back, Hank exchanged a few glances with Caesar. There was a murderous intent in

both their eyes!

“What do you think?” Caesar asked, feeling a little worried.

Hank frowned and admitted reluctantly, saying, “This Philip Clarke is not as simple as the investigation

results proved. Even Theo Zander is at his beck and call. When did such a character appear in

Riverdale?”

Caesar shook his head. There was bewilderment in his eyes.

The opponent came on to them too strong, and the killing moves were launched one after another,

rendering him helpless.

“Old York, I think this Philip Clarke is no ordinary person. I’m afraid he holds some trump cards in his

hands. We need to reconsider our game plan,” Caesar said after thinking about it. He did not want to

take risks.

He was already on the brink of desperation and out of ideas.

Hank pinched his chin and said, “No matter who the other party is, our interests have been affected.

This matter must be suppressed!”

With that said, Hank made a sweeping motion across his neck.

The meaning was obvious.

Caesar was taken aback momentarily, then after thinking for a while, he nodded heavily in agreement.

Thereafter, Hank made a call.