Chapter 62: Chapter 61: The Arrogant Harlan Potter_1

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“If you dare to touch us, Brother Abernathy will never let you go!”

The last man in white shivered as if he had seen the Grim Reaper, his body instinctively backing away.

Fear was in his eyes, endless fear.

“Then let him come!”

With one foot, Aron Jackson stomped down, breaking his neck outright.

“Damn it!”

In an Audi not far from the street,

Theodore Kensington roared, crushing the earpiece to dust!

He had installed miniature listening devices on the four trainers. Everything that happened inside, he knew like the back of his hand from within the car. It was the experience he had accumulated over years on the streets.

“Aron Jackson! We’ll see about that!”

Quince Kensington flipped to the driver’s seat, looked at the distant BMW with bloodshot eyes, and slammed the accelerator!

The south of the city was the most run-down part of Gonzalez City, originally a village within the city. Later, all the residents moved into the city.

As a result, it became deserted, and with the recent push for environmental protection, many polluting companies were investigated. Companies like cement factories that violated regulations inevitably couldn’t escape and had been abandoned ever since.

Because it was too far from the city center, no communities or industries developed here, and it quickly became a wasteland overgrown with weeds.

After stepping out of the car, Aron Jackson, together with Julius Reed and Dominating Tiger, entered the dilapidated cement factory.

Since no one had been here for a long time, the grass had grown taller than a

person, and the ground was littered with trash, emitting a foul stench.

Further in, due to chemical pollution, there were fewer weeds, leaving only a spacious warehouse.

Originally used for storing cement, this warehouse had been empty since the factory ceased production.

Before long, a Maybach slowly drove up to the entrance of the cement plant.

The car did not rush to stop but circled around, confirming there was no one around, before slowly heading toward the factory area.

When it came to an area where the weeds were extremely high, the car finally stopped.

As the car door opened, a stern man stepped out.

Although this car belonged to Stanislaus Potter, the man sitting inside was the Steward of the Potter family, Harlan Potter.

On a regular basis, Harlan Potter managed all matters for the Potter family; some even called him Stanislaus Potter’s shadow. “Should we start directly?”

On the way, a few Potter family people asked softly.

They were the elite of the elite, holding very high positions among bodyguards.

“Play it by ear, but the primary objective is to ensure the young master’s safety.

Just get the young master out, and kill the rest on sight!”

Harlan Potter loosened the tie around his neck, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

As a former special forces operative, his combat strength was astonishing! Over the years working for Stanislaus Potter, he had foiled countless murder attempts and eliminated many competitors for the Potter family.

It could be said that without Harlan Potter, there wouldn’t be a Potter family today!

That morning, he received news that Quamaine Potter had been kidnapped, with a huge ransom demanded!

After getting the address, Harlan Potter had brought people directly to the Radcliffe Group.

“Ding-a-ling!”

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang.

“Sir, I have arrived at the Radcliffe Group.”

“Harlan, ensure Quamaine’s safety at all costs, and if it comes down to it, we’ll pay the money!”

On the phone, Stanislaus Potter’s voice carried anxiety.

He had only one son and couldn’t tolerate any mishaps.

“Rest assured, sir, no one has ever left alive under my watch! I guarantee you, I will rescue the young master! And by the way, I’ll break the necks of that gang of kidnappers! ”

Harlan Potter spoke coldly, his gaze filled with contempt. His formidable strength granted him the right to be proud!

“I believe in you!”

After uttering those words, Stanislaus Potter hung up the phone. He trusted the Steward of the Potter family to get things done!

“Do we really not need to prepare a Plan B?”

One of his subordinates asked softly.

“In Harlan Potter’s dictionary, there is only success. No more words, follow my command!”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Harlan’s lips, as if he didn’t mind sending these people on their final journey since they were seeking their own death.

It wasn’t long until they saw a man standing in the cement factory.

“Potter Family People?”

Dominating Tiger, looking at the approaching Harlan and his group, asked aloud.

“Correct! Is Quamaine Potter in your hands?”

Today, Harlan was dressed in a white suit with a red tie.

These were the clothes he always wore when he killed people, the white symbolizing death and the red symbolizing life.

This made him look somewhat bizarre and sinister.

In his early thirties, Harlan possessed a steadiness and calmness that was unusual for his age.

“Have you brought the ransom?”

Feeling Harlan’s stare, Dominating Tiger felt a chilling cold in his heart, as if a knife were held against his throat.

“I need to confirm he is safe and sound before transferring the money to you.

Such a large sum can only be transferred electronically.”

Harlan turned his back to them, his eyes narrowing quietly.

This was his signature move; once his eyes narrowed, bloodshed was certain!

“Come in!”

Dominating Tiger wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to walk into the storeroom.

Having been through the life-and-death struggle of the underworld for so many years and escaping numerous close-calls, he had never been as fearful as he was today.

The other’s gaze and presence seemed as though they would devour him whole.

Soon, Harlan led his group into the warehouse.

The storeroom was spacious, having been used for cement storage in the past.

At the moment, Quamaine Potter’s face was covered in blood, his head drooping listlessly as he was tied to a chair.

Aron Jackson and Julius Reed stood on either side of him.

“You are playing with fire.”

Seeing Quamaine’s sorry state, Harlan clenched his fists tightly, his face immediately darkening.

In Five-river Province, the Potter family was a brand of gold—no one dared to mess with them, nor could they afford to!

But today, the only heir of the Potter family had been beaten to this extent!

Disgrace!

“Now that you’ve seen him, transfer the money!”

Dominating Tiger swallowed hard, his heart beating faster and faster.

“Money? Ha! I will burn every last cent of it for you! Remember, if the King of

Hell asks about you, tell him it was Harlan Potter who sent you on your way!”

As he spoke, Harlan suddenly lunged forward and lifted Dominating Tiger with one hand!

“Let… let go of me!”

Dominating Tiger hadn’t even had time to react before he was suspended in the air.

“In your next life, don’t be my enemy!”

“Whoosh!”

At the critical moment, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air suddenly struck!

Swish!

Harlan threw Dominating Tiger aside and deftly caught the flying card with two fingers.

“Soul Chaser Card?”

Looking at the card in his hand, Harlan grinned and said: “Aron Jackson, a

pleasure to meet you!”