Chapter 205
Chapter 205:
Roger’s father, Slater Webster, the formidable leader of the Axe Gang, was deeply devoted to his son.
Initially, Slater had envisioned this mission as a way to enhance his son’s reputation within the gang, preparing him for eventual succession.
But now, seeing his son in this state, his plans had taken a dark turn.
Gazing at Roger’s bandaged leg, Slater’s face clouded with fury, his eyes glinting with malevolence.
“Calm down and recover here,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I’ll personally capture that bastard Ashton and make him kneel before you, begging for forgiveness!”
The promise of his father’s intervention filled Roger with elation.
Despite Ashton’s fearsome display, he believed in the formidable power of his father and his men.
In his mind’s eye, Roger could already see Ashton kneeling before him, crying.
Unfortunately, their plans were thwarted almost as soon as they began.
Following the recent assassination attempt, Charlie had bolstered security for Ashton in Inewood, deploying personnel to track anyone targeting him.
Coincidentally, Roger and his father became the first target.
As a result, Ashton received immediate intel about their plot.
Upon hearing the news, Ashton’s expression turned grim, his lips curling into a cold, predatory smile. If they sought excitement, he’d provide it fully.
“Charlie, I’ll handle this myself. I’ll set a trap for them!” Ashton said to Charlie.
Charlie, aware of Ashton’s capabilities, still exercised caution. “Sure, but I need to confirm the plan’s feasibility with your team to ensure your safety.”
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Ashton instinctively wanted to decline but reconsidered. Indeed, having Charlie present would add an extra layer of security.
“Fine. Come with me to Night Dance.”
At the mention of Night Dance, Charlie hesitated. Night Dance was Inewood’s favored gathering spot for gangsters. What could Ashton possibly be doing there?
Despite his curiosity, Charlie chose not to ask.
Soon, he personally drove Ashton to the bar.
Inside Night Dance, the atmosphere was vibrant and boisterous. As soon as they entered, Ashton’s eyes were drawn to a corner booth.
There, Liam was drinking heavily. His bandaged appearance, while somewhat comical, did little to dampen his high spirits.
Drunk and animated, Liam was regaling anyone who would listen with tales of his narrow escape from armed assassins.
His story was abruptly cut off when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Irritated, he turned around and shouted, “Which blind fool dared to interrupt me? Can’t you see I’m busy?” However, his words faltered as he saw Ashton smiling at him.
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