Chapter 513

Chapter 513:

After listening to Ashton, Milena nodded thoughtfully. “Alright. So, what’s your plan?”

“We need to find a way to control the Marquez brothers before the Dark Night Organization gets wind of our plans. It is best to take them down one at a time.”

As soon as Ashton said this, an idea suddenly flashed into his mind, making his eyes light up.

Before Milena could ask further, he quickly said, “For now, focus on your recovery. Don’t worry about anything else. The information you’ve provided is valuable. It’s already a great help. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“But…” Milena wanted to say something. However, Ashton hushed her by gently pressing a finger to her lips.

“Listen to me. It’s an order, not a request. Rest well here, and relax your mind. Don’t worry. If I need you, I’ll find you, even if you don’t say a word.”

After saying this, Ashton turned around and hurriedly left without waiting for her to respond.

During his interactions with the Marquez brothers, Ashton had gained some insights into their personalities.

The elder brother, Beal, maintained a calm demeanor, but beneath that facade lay an innate arrogance, a flaw Ashton found all too easy to exploit.

In contrast, the younger brother, Jacoby, was the quintessential privileged trust-fund kid, accustomed to arrogance and recklessness. His impulsive nature made him an easy target.

With this understanding, Ashton realized that the simplest and most effective way to take down the Marquez brothers individually was to use Jacoby as the entry point.

After leaving the hospital, Ashton wasted no time contacting the undercover police officers Rayden had arranged to track the brothers.

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It wasn’t long before he received intelligence that Jacoby had just left a Marquez family villa and was currently drinking at a secretive venue known for illegal boxing matches.

A boxing club?

Ashton smirked. Jacoby had certainly chosen an intriguing place for a confrontation.

Setting his phone down, Ashton made his way straight to the boxing club.

Upon arrival, he was greeted by a neon-lit atmosphere buzzing with energy. It didn’t take long for him to spot Jacoby. Jacoby was seated in a central booth, drink in hand, appearing quite high-spirited.

What had started as a mere thrill-seeking endeavor had morphed into a fantasy where he envisioned Ashton taking a relentless beating in the ring, unable to retaliate.

Though he had discussed a plan with Beal to deal with Ashton, Jacoby was too eager to see Ashton begging for mercy to wait for it to unfold.

Completely absorbed in the boxing match, Jacoby wasn’t rooting for anyone in particular; in his mind, it was all about Ashton getting pummeled.

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