Chapter 427: Chapter 427: Begging for Mercy
"Brother, you’re after money, right? How about this! Let me go, how much are they giving you? I’ll give you double... no, triple, five times what they’re offering. How about that? And if you’re willing to kill them for me, I’ll give you ten times."
*Pffft!*
Richie laughed, looking at Jack Quinn as if he were an idiot.
Does this guy talk without a jaw?
The buyer’s offering fifty million, and this dumbass has a hundred million?
Can’t even offer double, let alone ten times?
He’s got a screw loose!
Richie reached out and patted Jack Quinn’s face: "Stop dreaming, go meet your death!"
The buyer wanted Jack Quinn delivered to this place. Richie could foresee... Jack Quinn wouldn’t die peacefully.
Richie dragged Jack Quinn out of the car.
He was terrified and begged, "Brother, please let me go! My father only has me as his son. Whatever amount you want, I can give you... sob sob sob..."
What a coward!
Richie backhanded him with a slap: "Don’t go calling me brother, you’re not worthy."
He hated men who whined like women.
Richie suddenly thought of Ivana Monroe’s pretty face, calm in crisis, handling gunfire so composed. Damn, this coward is nothing compared to Ivana.
Richie took Jack Quinn into the "Deathknell Boxing Club."
Jack Quinn saw the man who bought his life, shocked that it was Leon Keane?
"Leon... Leon Keane... were you the one who ordered my kidnapping?"
Jack Quinn’s heart trembled. Could it be that the Japanese gunman’s attack on Ivana Monroe had been found out by Leon Keane?
How could that be?
The Japanese were part of The Umbra Group.
Even if he failed, there’s no way he exposed the buyer’s identity. Jack spent money to hire the Japanese to shoot Ivana Monroe because of this.
"Kneel."
A bodyguard kicked the back of Jack Quinn’s knees.
*Thud!*
Jack Quinn’s knees hit the ground heavily. He let out an "ah~" scream of agony, feeling like his kneecaps were about to shatter with pain.
Richie’s gaze settled on Leon Keane, not surprised. So that’s it! Who else in Ravenswood has the means to get his phone number and bank account?
Turns out it was Leon Keane.
In this Ravenswood, perhaps only Leon Keane could pull that off.
Richie appraised Leon Keane, so this is that damned woman’s man? Truly exceptionally handsome, Richie stroked his chin, though his looks weren’t inferior to his.
Leon Keane coldly regarded Jack Quinn, then suddenly sensed Richie’s gaze on him.
Leon Keane turned his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "Are you interested in my appearance?"
Richie: "..."
Who the hell is interested in your looks?
"Haha... President Kane is quite the joker. There’s nothing wrong with my orientation. I like women, not interested in men," Richie laughed.
Ivana’s face suddenly flashed in his mind again.
Richie shook his head.
Damn it.
Since that damned woman escaped from his grasp, her irritating face kept appearing in his mind.
It must be because of the first failure, his brain kept reminding him to kill Ivana Monroe.
Leon Keane made a gesture as if to say "please."
Richie, immersed in his thoughts, didn’t notice.
Derrick Stern coughed lightly and said, "Our President Kane has other matters to attend to, you may leave."
Richie: "..."
Was he being dismissed by Leon Keane?
Richie felt quite annoyed, damn it, Ivana Monroe’s a piece of work, and Leon Keane’s no better.
"Alright, if there are any more good gigs like this, be sure to contact me!"
Richie wore a silver mask, his lips curved in a smile, dutifully showing a smile to the financier.
As Richie left, he heard Jack Quinn howling for mercy.
Didn’t last three seconds.
Leon Keane kicked Jack Quinn in the face, *thud*~ Jack Quinn’s side of the face and skull slammed into the smooth tiles, breaking his molars, blood streaming from his mouth.
"Tsk tsk~ truly ruthless."
Richie expressed admiration, this Leon Keane, not being an assassin, is almost a waste.
Richie drove off, feeling heavy-hearted.
Leon Keane on the other side would be a formidable adversary.
Unfortunately... "retreat" was not a word in his vocabulary.
"Do you really like guns?"
Leon Keane pulled out a silver M9 pistol, pointing it at Jack Quinn’s forehead.
"President Kane... please... don’t... I was wrong, I really was wrong, I don’t like guns, not at all, please spare me!" Jack Quinn shivered in fear.
Terrified that Leon Keane would shoot him dead!
Leon Keane’s cold lips curved into a cruel smile.
*Bang*~ *Bang*~
Two shots landed in Jack Quinn’s chest.
"Ah~" Jack Quinn let out a scream like a slaughtered pig: "I’m going to die... I’m going to die..."
Jack Quinn closed his eyes and "fainted."
Seeing Jack Quinn’s worthless state, scared by his own "faint," Leon Keane barked, "Bring saline and splash it on him to wake him up."
He wouldn’t let this scum off easily.
"Yes."
The bodyguard quickly brought a bucket of saline, pouring it onto Jack Quinn’s wounds.
"Ah~"
Jack Quinn was painfully jolted awake, the searing pain was like being burned, torturing his wounds, tormenting his body.
It hurt so much, more than ever before.
Leon Keane coldly watched him howl for a while, then said mercilessly: "Who told you to touch my woman?"
Jack Quinn was in unbearable pain, his face as white as a sheet. Upon hearing Leon Keane’s words, he immediately thought of Julia Sinclair.
But, he loved Julia Sinclair so much, he absolutely couldn’t expose her.
Otherwise, Leon Keane, the devil, would go after Julia Sinclair to hurt for Ivana Monroe.
"No one, I just didn’t like Ivana Monroe... she caused me to be hospitalized..."
Leon Keane’s eyes darkened, his finger pulled the gun’s trigger again, stopping just as the bullet was about to fire.
Stopping didn’t mean sparing Jack Quinn.
But Jack Quinn’s body couldn’t take more bullet wounds, or he’d die too quickly.
Leon Keane gave a cold, sinister smile: "Someone, perform surgery, take out the bullets."
Jack Quinn suddenly opened his eyes wide, this was more painful than Leon Keane shooting him two more times.
Damn it!
Having surgery without anesthesia, how painful would that be?
Two bodyguards came over, one holding scissors, the other holding forceps.
*Rip!*
The bodyguard used scissors to cut off Jack Quinn’s shirt, the bullet wound on the left side of the chest, missing the heart on the right.
"No no no..." Jack Quinn, terrified, his face turned ghostly pale, said, "Leon Keane, I beg you, don’t torture me like this."
Begged?
When hiring assassins to kill his beloved woman, why didn’t he think to beg him?
Begging now? Too late!
The bodyguard with the forceps squatted down, poking the forceps into Jack Quinn’s wound, stirring.
"Ah~"
Jack Quinn let out a blood-curdling scream, it was so damn... damn... painful.
Leon Keane, you damn bastard, just shoot me!
Sob sob sob...
Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, can anyone save me!