The Webb family had suffered the loss of fifteen men, while Don Albert and Liam had also lost four of their own.
Fortunately, a few days prior, Charlie had urged Don Albert and Liam to bolster their defenses. This timely advice led both of them to send additional men to Mount Golim. Without that reinforcement, they would have struggled against an opponent that outnumbered them by over a dozen.
Meanwhile, the terrified father and son from the Weaver family were captured in the snowfield. The person responsible for their arrest was Myles Crane, Don Albert’s subordinate, who was overseeing operations on Mount Golim.
With a grim expression, Myles confronted the frightened father and son. “Do you really think you can escape?” he asked coldly.
Jordan, panicking, shouted, “Mr. Myles, we had no intention of escaping! It was this group that tried to force us into a car and drive us away!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Myles snapped back, “Stop your nonsense! I know exactly what you’re thinking. Let me make it clear: as long as I, Myles, am alive, neither of you will leave Mount Golim!”
In a desperate attempt to cate him, Jordan nodded vigorously, “Mr. Myles, we genuinely have no desire to leave. We’ve grown fond of Mount Golim. I’m even ready to spend my retirement here.”
Jeffrey quickly chimed in, “Yes, Mr. Myles. My dad’s right. We love this mountain!”
Furious, Myles lunged at them, unleashing a torrent of punches and kicks. “Damn you both! Four of my brothers died today because of you! Are you really bold enough to joke around with me? I could break your legs and make you crawl up this mountain to gather ginseng for the rest of your lives!”
The father and son endured a brutal beating, only to be tossed into a cold and rundown house when they were barely conscious.
***
At that moment, Donald awaited news of his men’s sess on Mount Golim. He was nearly finished with his cigar, mentally counting down the time, confident that everything would be resolved before he extinguished it.
Did the Eight Heavenly Kings refuse his orders? No matter. He could dispatch others in their ce.
Even without the Eight Heavenly Kings, he had another sixteen men ready to send. Did they really think he couldn’t aplish the task without them?
Just as he pondered this, his phone rang.
Donald quickly answered, eager for updates. “What’s the situation? Were you able to rescue the father and son?”
A sobbing voice responded, “Mr. Webb, we were ambushed! Everyone else perished. I’m the only one who made it out!”
“What?” Donald gasped, shocked. He quickly demanded, “What happened? You sent sixteen men and couldn’t bring back two people?”
The man continued to cry, exining, “They had just as many men as we did. It seemed they knew we wereing and were lying in wait. We had just picked up the father and son and were about to leave when we were ambushed…”
After a pause, he added, “Mr. Webb, Mount Golim is a deste ce, rarely visited. If we head up there, we’re easy targets. They might have been preparing for us long before we even arrived. You really need to send top-tier fighters like the Eight Heavenly Kings. Otherwise, no matter how many men you send, it won’t be enough. I can’t even guess how many they have!”
“Damn it!” Donald cursed, dropping his cigar to the ground, where it sparked and sizzled.
With sixteen sent to their deaths, he faced tens of millions of dors in pension payouts. It was a devastating waste of resources!
If only he had known this would happen, he would have held off on sending them.
Just then, his brother Thomas burst in, excitement in his voice. “Brother! Dad is awake!”
Donald felt a rush of mixed emotions. He was thrilled that his father had regained consciousness yet ufortable knowing he had sent those men to their deaths right before this moment.
Now that their father was awake, he might approve of sending the Eight Heavenly Kings to Mount Golim, a n Donald could implement tomorrow.
Sighing deeply, he stood up. “Come on! Let’s go see Dad.”<fn3308> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on FιndNovel</fn3308>