Daisie clenched her phone tightly.
“But it‘s been so many days, and I‘m really worried...”
“Okay.” Nollace coaxed her softly and gently, “You have my word that I‘ll definitely return. So all you
need to do is wait for me at home obediently.”
He hung up the call, and two men broke into the room the next second.
Nollace turned around slowly, and a white light swept through the window as if it were daytime. As
such, he could clearly see the gloomy faces of the people when they burst through the door.
Bear caressed the tip of the knife with his fingertips and grinned.
“Mr. Knowles, how have you been?”
The greeting sounded like a slash that could split the ocean and lift the waves.
Nollace did not move, and a beam of white light was suddenly pointed at his face as he looked eerily
calm.
“It‘s rumored that you‘re a very skilled man, Mr. Bear. Since you‘ve only brought one man with you, you
must be confident you‘ll be able to take me down here.”
Among the men who worked under Donald, Bear was the only one Donald highly valued–he was loyal
enough to die for Donald, after all. As for his fighting skills, even Edison was not as competent as he
was.
Bear was a professional fighter before working for Donald. He was the type of fighter who would sign a
contract to fight to the death in Southeast Eurasia‘s underground fighting arenas.
As long as he wanted to fight, he would fight his opponent to the death–all his opponents would only
end up dead or gravely disabled.
Therefore, Bear had a great reputation in Southeast Eurasia, and he was the target that all local
capitalists would fight each other in order to bet on him.
Bear licked the back of the knife, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.
“I know that you, Mr. Knowles, are the type of person who would use ruthless means to frame others
behind their backs, but I’m not afraid of you. I myself am more than enough when it comes to dealing
with you. Even if you were to call someone here...”
He paused for a few seconds, looked at Nollace, and smirked.
“You would‘ve already died long ago.”
As soon as he said so, the man behind him immediately took out a black revolver and pointed it at
Nollace.
A thunder rumbled, engulfing the gunshot. A bright white spark illuminated the whole room, and the
glass behind Nollace cracked. The bullet was trapped in it, and it was still steaming. The atmosphere in
the room fell into dead silence and grim solemnity.
Seeing that Nollace did not even blink, Bear laughed out loud. “Nice, you actually didn‘t sh*t your
pants.”
He grabbed the black revolver from the person beside him and loaded it again. “We still have four
bullets. I won‘t miss this time around.”
“Do you want to bet on this?” Nollace took off his watch calmly, and his gaže looked profound and
gloomy. Bear narrowed his eyes. “Oh, are you afraid?”
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