The thugs were all clearly armed with baseball bats and machetes, cutting off Frank and Helen’s escape.
In an instant, the quiet rundown building was suddenly lively.
Vroom!
Bike engines roared and catcalls followed as over a dozen biking thugs sped down the road, their tyres screeching as they came to a halt beside Frank and Helen.
Now, they were really surrounded.
“It’s too late to leave now!” Terry gloated and laughed out loud.
The other thugs started laughing too-with over a hundred of them doing it at the same time, one could almost feel the building rumble.
“What do you want?!” Helen snapped, even as she realized in dismay that they had entered the literal wolves’ den.
While she was absolutely confident in Frank’s abilities, she was still worried since there were too many of them in the Blood Wolves.
“What do I want, you asked?!”
Ted suddenly spat on the floor and glared at Frank threateningly, sneering, “I should be the one asking what you want! Buying this land?! Did no one tell you that this is the Blood Wolves’ turf? Are you fucking with us by selling our land?!”
“Oh…” Helen blurted in realization.
At first, she cursed Larry for despicably withholding that piece of information but soon realized that something was out of place.
Her mother Gina claimed that she was hurt in a scuffle at Zomber Group’s offices after surveying this place.
But from the looks of things, Gina and Cindy obviously knew that this was gang territory. Worst of all, they said absolutely nothing as they sold it to Frank.
It was simply heinous!
Helen was certainly seething. In fact,
if she was not surrounded by these thugs, she would have returned to the hospital to interrogate Gina and Cindy already!
“Hehe…”
That was when Frank strode up, flashing a calm as he looked around at the thugs around him and then at Terry. “So what do they call you?”
“Terry Cotton. My boys call me Ted!” The man in the mohawk sneered.
“Ted, huh?” Frank nodded,
maintaining his harmless smile as
he continued, “It’s only natural we’re thinking about making money this plot of land. As for non complying squatters… They will
veline
naturally be disposed of.”
While every thug was left stunned, Helen flinched and tugged on his sleeve, hissing, “Frank!!!”
“It’s alright, don’t worry,” Frank chuckled, confident with his Transcendent rank physique.
He had a rough look at the thugs and counted over three hundred of them.
But at his level, he could handle three thousand, let alone three hundred.
“Are you fucking with me, son?!”
Terry suddenly bellowed as he slammed his machete into a wooden stump, glaring at Frank.
“Oh, but I have no such intention.”
Frank chuckled. “I bought this plot of
land, and as its owner, I have the right to tell you all to fuck
off-unless you buy it off my hands. Surely you can understand that much?”
His words only left the air tensing further, and the thugs raised their weapons, ready to kill.
Most of them were moving ever closer to Frank and were just waiting for Ted’s orders.
