NovelEnglishChapter 245 Wanda's face paled slightly, and she looked anxiously at Carlisle.
"Don't worry. I'll make a call and check!" Carlisle took out his phone and dialed Heath's number.
"Boss, I've already sent people," Heath informed him.
"What's his number?" "I'll text it to you!" "Alright." Carlisle hung up and received a text moments later.
He quickly dialed the number.
On the other end, Wade answered, "Who's this?" Carlisle replied, "This is Carlisle. Is it safe by the dock?" Wade immediately perked up when he learned it was Carlisle.
"It's safe. That bunch of cretins ran off scared when they saw us." Carlisle then asked, "So, the people by the shore are your guys?" "Yes, that's right!" "Thank you. You can head back now." "Alright, boss!" After ending the call, Wade motioned for his gang to retreat.
Wade felt a tinge of disappointment in being unable to meet the elusive boss Heath had mentioned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs they exited the park's main gate, Wade wiped his bald head and squinted.
"Everyone, stay hidden for now. I don't think those punks are gone yet!" More than 30 men dispersed, disappearing into the surroundings.
Wade stopped by a small shop to buy a can of Red Bull and a pack of cigarettes, then settled onto a bench to smoke.
About half an hour later, Carlisle, Wanda and Leon appeared at the park gate.
A weary Leon said, “I'll take a cab back now. The photos will be ready tomorrow. I can deliver them to you, or you can pick them up yourself." Carlisle handed Leon six hundred dollars.
"Five hundred bucks for the photos and the extra for your taxi fare and a meal!” The extra cash was quite generous, especially considering Leon's shop was nearby, and the cost of food in the area was modest.
Leon pocketed the money without hesitation and handed out two business cards.
"If you need any design work or custom clothing, please contact me." After a brief exchange, Leon departed.
Francis pulled up in his car at the entrance just as two vans abruptly surrounded them.
The doors swung open before the vehicles had even stopped completely, and over 20 thugs wielding baseball bats leaped out.
Francis stepped out, his eyes narrowing sharply as he faced the group of young men in their 20s.
"What do you want?" Bruno, a burly man in his 30s with a mohawk, stepped forward.
"Mind your own business. Get lost while you still can.” "And what if I don't?” Francis' tone was icy, his body tensing like a coiled spring.
"Oh yeah?" Bruno sized Francis up and scoffed.
"Then you'll get beaten too!" But when their eyes met, the man shivered uncontrollably.
He cussed inwardly and wondered what was happening. He questioned if he was genuinely feeling intimidated by just a look.
Shaking off the unease, Bruno dropped his cigarette.
He stamped it out and turned to Carlisle.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"So, you're the one who messed with my mom?" Carlisle replied with a cool detachment, "Your mom was out of line." The man's face darkened.
"I admit my mom can be overbearing, but did you really get hurt just m because she reprimanded you a little? Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?" Carlisle chuckled.
"Did I lay a hand on your mom?"
"You didn't hit her, but you did splash her clothes with ink and water m e Moreover, that was her favorite Chapter 245 outfit." "It was just a little dirt. She didn't lose a limb, did she?" "Damn it. I don't have tto reason with you. A big fist is the only logic I know!"
In a swift motion, Bruno grabbed a baseball bat from one of his thugs and swung it at Carliste. Wanda screamed in fright and instinctively shut her eyes.
In a flash, Carlisle pulled Wanda into his arms and shielded her with his back to the man.
Francis wasn't about to let Carlisle take a hit.
He sent Bruno flying six feet back with a swift and decisive kick.
"Holy shit..."
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