NovelEnglishA crowd had already gathered at the door, with Quentin's men and folks from the Bradshaw clan.
Timothy hadn't shown up. If he were to step in now, it would be an open declaration of war against Quentin, which would give
Quentin the green light to target him.
But these men sent by the Bradshaw clan were shady characters, and if Quentin tried to pin anything on Timothy afterward, he
could just claim these guys had been bought off by Patric.
As long as Timothy stayed out of sight, he could smoothly extricate himself from the whole mess.
Quentin, seeing the Bradshaw family’s folks backing Patric, let out a sneer.
"What's this about, huh?"
A man lay fallen at his side, who was hit by the gunfire that had just erupted.
Tonight, Inner Island was doomed to be restless.
Without a second's hesitation, Patric waved his hand.
"Spare no one. Take them all down."
He was determined to turn Inner Island upside down the very night.
A frown creased Quentin's forehead; Patric was truly a madman.
He quickly ducked for cover as both sides launched into a fierce gunfight at that moment.
Due to the close range, casualties mounted quickly, with over two dozen people downed; the scene was brutal.
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Quentin had already found a hiding spot, and the others scrambled for cover.
Patric, standing behind a pillar at the entrance, inhaled the metallic tang of blood in the air, his eyes iced over with cold resolve.
He grabbed the keys in his hand and opened the door to Maja's room.
He shut out all the chaos behind the door and walked straight to Maja's bedside.
Maja was still immobile, only able to watch him draw near.
He lifted her in his arms and hit a switch; the floor instantly gave way beneath them.
A secret passage within the room!
Maja was speechless at the sight, and she overheard Patric on the phone giving orders.
"The elder and lan, | want them dead at the Bradshaw estate tonight. Mr. Bradshaw, are you willing to take a gamble? You've seen
my latest invention, and if we mass-produce this drug, who would dare defy you?"
Just twenty minutes earlier, Patric had handed over a newly developed drug to Timothy.
This drug was more potent than the last one, capable of disrupting a person's will and making them temporarily submissive.
Even those with ironclad wills could be controlled.
Compared to the previous concoction, this was a game-changer.
The old stuff could only manipulate the weak, but this could turn power players into domesticated pets.
Timothy could hardly believe such a drug existed in the world.
And its creator, Patric, was the man the Bradshaw clan was eager to collaborate with.
With his skills, he could skyrocket the Bradshaw clan to untold heights!
Timothy had been biding his tfor years, and what he had been waiting for was exactly an opportunity like this.
He had to take the gamble!
After ending the call, Patric, holding Maja, silently proceeded through the secret passage.
After he removed a needle from her arm, she could speak again.
She could tell that Patric's earlier words were meant to hoodwink Mr. Bradshaw.
But he had indeed created a powerful drug, and what he wanted wasn't to stay with the Bradshaw clan, but to destroy everything
here, including lan.
Then he would take Maja and find a quiet place to live.
"Maja, I've planted bombs all over the Bradshaw estate. I'll walk a few hundred yards more for us to exit through the front, and
once we're in the safe zone, I'll detonate the bombs, and sent everyone here to death, including lan."
Excitement flickered in his eyes as he spoke those words.
"Maja, I'll take you back to Greenfield Gardens."
Maja thought he had truly lost his mind. Back to Greenfield Gardens? Who did he think he was?
"Get lost."
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Her tone was even colder as she closed her eyes. "If lan dies, | won't want to live either."
Her words halted Patric in his tracks, and he felt a pang tearing through his heart.
Perhaps it was the last vestige of Eric Raymond's emotions stirring within him.
His gaze suddenly rested on Maja's belly.
It was as if he could see through her skin to the child still growing inside her.
lan's child.
The previous drug wasn't meant to make her miscarry.
He had just wanted to scare her.
With his grip tightened, he took a deep breath, and continued forward with heavy steps.
Maja was better off not seeing any of it.
After a few hundred yards, Patric stopped and pressed the detonator in his hand.
Explosions erupted, not just at the Bradshaw estate, but elsewhere too, as the other bombs went off.
Amidst the blasts, Patric, with his lips curled into a smile, intended to escape through the narrow path with Maja in his arms.
But only a few yards out, his leg was suddenly struck by a bullet.
Pain seared through him and sweat was beading on his forehead as he fell to his knees.
Smoke filled the air, and the sound of explosions muffled any chance of identifying the surrounding figures, let alone the shooter.
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