Chapter 61: Chapter 60: Being Fat Doesn’t Necessarily
Mean Being Kind-Hearted_l
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Ward Owen blew up in fury.
He had been taught all his life to always stay humble, never showing off just because his family was well-off.
So, even though he was usually a troublemaker, he was well-mannered.
But the fact that he was now spewing profanities showed that his anger had
spiraled out of control.
The man who opened the door was definitely not an ordinary person but a violent criminal with a record.
Hearing Ward Owen’s cursing, the man didn’t care. Instead, he magically pulled out a shiny, cold dagger and aimed it at Ward Owen’s face.
“SO, who are you? You see that Harrison Clark is going to have his hand broken, and you can’t bear it? You want to play a round too? I think you have so much flesh anyway, losing a bit won’t matter, right?
Ward Owen immediately shut up.
He could see it now.
The guy had absolutely no idea who he was.
He also had no idea whose Magotan this was.
And because the man thought that Mr. Louie was an ordinary driver, he took the car for a taxi and didn’t see him or Ward Owen as anything special.
But a person who doesn’t have a clue is actually the most terrifying.
Ward Owen didn’t want to reenact history by getting killed by one such person.
Seeing his threats work, the man snarled and turned to his gang, ordering: “Take that fat guy down and beat him up until his face swells up even more.”
At the moment he turned, Harrison Clark planned to make a move.
But Harrison stopped when he saw Mr. Louie do something.
Stay calm.
“Get ready, fat guy, we’re coming…uh…”
The man spoke with a hint of mockery before abruptly stopping.
Because there was a cold, metal gun barrel pressed against his forehead.
Mr. Louie had drawn it.
He could’ve just shot him directly, but Mr. Louie decided to keep him alive to prevent Eric Mitchell from making excuses later.
The extreme danger that came upon him made the man make a decision on the spot.
He desperately reminded himself to stay calm and not to gamble on whether
the gun was real or not.
Because he only had one life and couldn’t afford to lose.
“So, you’re the infamous bully? Let me introduce myself then. My name is Nathan Louie, the deputy general manager of Knight Security Co., Ltd. under the Whale Group, and I also serve as the driver and bodyguard of Mr. Ward Owen, from your mouth, the dead fat guy. My friend, do you know who you’ve colluded with and whose car you hit now?”
Silence.
Long silence.
Other than the painful whining of the car engine, the side of Eastern Avenue at night was dead quiet.
Not just the bully but also his two accomplices who were about to hold someone hostage were frozen in place.
One of them was holding a flashlight, illuminating the car interior clearly. Being an observer, they got an even clearer view and a stronger shock feeling. That dark metal gleam couldn’t be faked. It was a real gun!
Seeing Mr. Louie had the situation under control, Harrison Clark gave a sigh of relief.Mr. Louie was in charge of the installation, while Harrison Clark was responsible for the rescue.
He opened the door and drove out at an extremely fast speed, helping Ward
Owen out of the car.
Ward’s pale face was a mix of blue and red bruises, and there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
But he seemed to be in good spirits.
He sprang up and swooped on the other side to punch and kick the second-tier bully who had acted arrogantly.
The man’s screams were heart-wrenching, but it was unclear if Ward was being too heavy-handed or if the man was exaggerating his situation.
The two accomplices beside him could not bear to watch, but Mr. Louie, who was holding a phone in one hand and a weapon in the other, constantly stared at them, preventing them from moving.
In the end, it was Harrison Clark who stopped Ward Owen. “That’s enough, do
you really want to kill him?”
Ward, panting, leaned on his knees and said, “No problem, this guy obviously tried to take my life by crashing my car. Even if I really kill him, it’s not a big deal. Just dig a hole and bury him here. My father will cover for me. Mr. Louie, give me the weapon, I’ll put him out of his misery.
The young bully, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly jumped up and continuously begged for mercy.
Nathan Louie didn’t give the weapon to Ward Owen but just said, “Young master, it’s not good for you to do it yourself. Let’s wait for someone else. It’s simpler for someone else to handle this matter.”
Only then did Ward become quiet, crossed his arms, and said indifferently,
“Alright then.”
Seeing that his own fate was being decided in just a few words, the guy on the ground couldn’t keep calm. He hurriedly said, “No, brother, don’t do this. Shouldn’t you interrogate me first? Ask who sent me?
Ward Owen asked in surprise, “Aren’t killers like you all bound by an oath of silence? You dare to crash my car and try to kill me, aren’t you prepared for the consequences? Why would I waste my time?
“No! Brother, trust me, it’s not what you think. You saw that I was here for Harrison Clark, not you. I….l….dainn it….I’m not a killer! I can’t even take on a job this big! It was just Eric Mitchell’s bullshit, he gave me 5OO, 000 to ambush Harrison Clark at the Homey Rose entrance. I only said I’d break his tendons to scare him! It’s just a minor thing!”
Ward Owen leaned in closer with his chubby face and asked, “500, 000? Just to scare him off? Are you kidding me? Do you know who Harrison Clark is? He’s my master!”
“Ahh…brother, I really didn’t know that! If I had known about Mr. Clark’s relationship with you, I wouldn’t dare even if I had 10, 000 times more courage.”
Ward Owen shook his head, “No, you would dare.”
“What?”
“If you want to live, just listen to my orders. The person you were supposed to deal with today is not Harrison Clark, it’s me. Eric Mitchell asked you to do it. It has nothing to do with my master. Understand?”
“What?”
“What do you mean? If even a single detail of what you say later differs from what I’ve told you, you’re dead. Mr. Louie, figure out a way to burn our car. Damn, if I had rode the Bentley today, none of this would have happened.” Harrison Clark, standing nearby, heard everything clearly.
He guessed Ward Owen’s plan and was a little touched.
The way it seemed was that the chubby guy was going to bear the whole thing to the end.
By all rights, they had just met Ward Owen today, so he didn’t have to do this, but he still did it anyway.
It’s said that chubby people have an honest appearance, and Ward Owen did look honest, but his actions perfectly revealed the fact that he was born into a wealthy family.
He was not an easy opponent to deal with.
Not much later, maybe less than ten minutes, the car that Nathan Louie had just set on fire was still burning, and a long line of black cars arrived on the side of the road, stopping the curious passers-by from getting closer.
The Owen family had sent people.
Harrison Clark didn’t meet Ward Owen’s father; the first batch of people to arrive were security personnel from nearby Whale Group companies. Ward Owen arranged a business vehicle to send Harrison Clark home and instructed the security personnel to stay in front of the Weston Community building for the night.
Before parting, Ward Owen laughed cheerfully and foolishly at Harrison Clark, “Master, go home and have a good night’s sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning, your disciple will bring you a cloudless, sunny sky.”
Early the next morning, Harrison Clark received the outcome.
Ward Owen called him, sounding a bit tired but having handled the matter cleanly.
After hearing Ward Owen’s results, Harrison Clark was secretly amazed that such a storm had been caused in Oxfordshire over a small fry like him..