Chapter 426: Damn, Fifty Million

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Damn, Fifty Million

Old flame?

Leon Keane’s handsome face looked terrible. Did this kid really think there was something between him and Julia Sinclair? Was he the kind of person his father thought he was?

What a waste of raising him!

Watching Ian Keane turn away, Leon Keane’s fingers twitched with an urge to haul that brat over and ask him what exactly he meant by "Heh... men!"

Mocking your old man like that; don’t forget, you brat, you’re also a guy just like your old man!

~~

The next day.

In an ancient-style manor, several tall men sat together. Some were smoking, while others gently swirled wine glasses in their hands, releasing a tempting aroma.

One of them, wearing a silver mask, reclined on the sofa with his arms spread wide, his unfocused gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Richie, don’t be like this. It’s just a woman who outsmarted you. Look at how angry you are."

"The boss never loses once in action. This is definitely a stain in the boss’s life... Haha... Boss, I’m suddenly curious about that woman, what should I do?"

"Go to hell! The boss is about to pass out from anger, and you’re saying things like that..."

"Haha... I didn’t mean it! But I can’t help it. Wind, aren’t you curious?"

"Uh..."

Wind’s expression flickered with struggle. He was indeed curious, but then Richie turned and glared at him harshly. Wind immediately said something against his heart: "Pah~ I’m not curious at all. Do you think I’m like you, curious about everything? If I catch that woman, I’d definitely shoot her to avenge the boss."

"Pfft... hahaha... Avenge the boss? The boss is alive and well, does he need your revenge? You’d better save it!" Thunder said, holding the wine glass, and after laughing, tilted his head back to drink all the wine.

"Boss, look at Thunder... getting more and more outrageous..." Wind tattled.

Richie’s face twitched, and he solemnly said, "Thunder is indeed outrageous, but he wasn’t wrong about one thing: I don’t need you to avenge me. That damn woman... someday I will catch her."

After drinking the wine, Thunder’s face flushed. Suddenly, he asked, "Richie, I’m really curious, who on earth hired you to kill that woman? She’s Leon Keane’s woman, and if you really do something to her, Leon probably won’t let you get away with it."

Richie frowned. He hadn’t told Thunder who wanted him to kill Ivana Monroe because the truth was, he didn’t know either. This task was a secret mission.

A secret mission means it was secretly issued to The Umbra Organization, and the other party doesn’t disclose the buyer.

Thunder looked at Richie’s expression and roughly guessed it was a secret mission. In fact, after knowing Ivana was Leon Keane’s woman, he didn’t support Richie continuing with this mission.

But... retreat is not in Richie’s vocabulary. He never rejects clients due to the danger or difficulty of a task he undertakes.

"Boss, we’ve got a client." A boy with a Corvan bowl cut came running over with a laptop in his arms, wearing yellow-green cartoon pajamas, looking very cute.

He was The Umbra Group’s Flash, responsible for accepting client orders.

"Come on... Flash, what’s with running around with the computer? So many clients look for us, is it necessary to get so anxious?" Thunder said with a smile.

"This time it’s different." Flash held the computer to Richie, pointing at the window popped up by the other party: "Boss, they told me to inform you that they’ll call you in five minutes."

"Haha... a joke? Treating our boss’s phone number like it’s in a directory inquiry?" Thunder had just started laughing when the phone rang.

He checked his pocket, but it wasn’t his phone ringing.

Thunder’s smile froze; it was Richie’s phone ringing.

What the heck!

This person has some skills! They found Richie’s phone number.

Impressive!

"Hello!" Richie answered the call.

"Our president wants you to get someone out of the xx villa."

Richie frowned. Such a trivial matter, yet they came to him?

He was really convinced, did they think he, Richie, specialized in odd jobs?

Richie was furious, wanting to send them a "Get lost."

Before he could say anything, the other party offered a price: "Our president offers you fifty million."

Richie was stunned. Fifty million... to get someone out of the villa? So simple?

What the heck!

The rich are truly different! A whole new world!

Richie immediately agreed: "No problem, in an hour, I’ll deliver them to you."

Deal reached.

As soon as Richie hung up, a text message came in: fifty million received.

Richie was once again stunned.

What the heck! Who is this? Not only can they get his number, they even got his account details. This fifty million arrived as fast as fifty bucks!

Since joining the organization, this was the fastest payment Richie had ever received.

Other buyers dithered over deposits, and most balances only arrived after the task was completed.

Only this client was so straightforward.

Wind, Thunder, and Flash all gathered around to see the payment.

"What the heck~ fifty million."

"What the heck~ so straightforward?"

"What the heck~ just for kidnapping someone?"

What kind of divine client is this? They’re begging for a stack of such clients.

"Shoo, shoo..."

Richie waved them away.

His previously stifled mood soared, standing up with a smile: "I’m off to execute a mission for the patron."

Wind, Thunder, Flash: Blinded with envy!

An hour later.

Derrick Stern received a call from Richie.

"The person has been extracted, send me the handover location."

"Okay."

Derrick was slightly surprised. Richie’s speed was indeed fast. He said an hour later, and it really was exactly an hour, not a minute less, that Jack Quinn was gotten out.

After ending the call.

Derrick asked the bossy president sitting on the leather sofa: "President Kane, Richie has already gotten Jack Quinn out. Richie is asking me for the handover location."

Leon Keane tapped his fingers on the desk, slowly saying: "Deathknell Boxing Club."

Deathknell Boxing Club belongs to the underground fight club in Ravenswood. This place is the most suitable for Jack Quinn at the moment, where he will meet his end in a rather atmospheric way.

"Got it." Derrick immediately sent the address to Richie.

Seeing the address, Richie’s eyes flashed with interest. He had been to this place several times and had even participated in some fights there. Being in his line of work, he definitely needed to frequently practice with "live targets."

"Do you know who I am? How dare you kidnap me? I advise you to release me now, or else... my father and my grandfather will make sure you have nowhere to be buried."

Jack Quinn, tied up securely and tossed in the back, was terrified and loudly admonished the driving Richie.

As if that would scare Richie.

"Heh..." Richie chuckled dismissively, ignoring him.

Jack Quinn yelled until his throat went dry, but Richie didn’t pay him any attention. Upon arriving at the destination, Jack suddenly pleaded pitifully.