At this moment, Huzaifa was paralyzed by fear, his legs trembling. Yet, amidst his panic, he clung to a desperate thought: Charlie would eliminate Zyaire today or have him sent to Syria. If that happened, Huzaifa could finally rid himself of the ticking time bomb that Zyaire represented.


    Only God knows how much hair Huzaifa has lost over the years in his attempts to distance himself from Zyaire.


    Despite his worth being in the tens of billions of Hong Kong dors, Zyaire’s persistent grip on him felt inescapable, like a dog-skin ster that wouldn’te off.


    In such a densely popted area of Hong Kong Ind, where thousands of Hongmen members reside, if Zyaire truly decided to confront Huzaifa, there would be little he could do to stop it.


    Moreover, Zyaire had a wealth ofpromising information about Huzaifa, which furtherplicated matters.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    If Zyaire were to be silenced, Huzaifa would essentially emerge as the biggest beneficiary.


    As for the beating his son endured today, Huzaifa considered it almost insignificant inparison.


    However, he never anticipated that Charlie had no intention of letting him off the hook.


    Ten billion dors over ten years would not only deplete all his current assets but also rob him of any future profits.


    In a panic, he stammered, “Mr. Wade… I’m here… I didn’t offend you…”


    Charlie retorted, “No offense? Your son nned to kill me today, and you instructed Zyaire to finish me offter. Both of you want me dead, and you expect me to believe you didn’t offend me?”


    “I…I…” Huzaifa found himself at a loss for words. After a long pause, he finally said, “Mr. Wade, I truly did offend you, but you can’t just demand ten billion US dors over ten years, right?! That’s nearly 80 billion Hong Kong dors…”


    Charlie replied coldly, “Have I said anything to you?”


    “This…” Huzaifa was left speechless again.


    With a heavy heart, he inquired, “What’s the difference between you, Zyaire, and me?”


    Charlie nced at Zyaire and smiled, saying, “Did you catch that? Your godson didn’t even bother to cry when he saw you losing power. Remember, the reason you find yourself in this predicament today is entirely because of him.”


    Zyaire, harboring resentment towards Huzaifa, thought about how, if it weren’t for Huzaifa’s plea for help, he would never have crossed paths with Charlie, the real master of Wanlong Pce.


    Now, having been reduced to his current pitiful state, he med Huzaifa entirely, yet Huzaifa wanted to wash his hands of the matter!


    Fueled by these thoughts, Zyaire clenched his teeth and shouted coldly, “Huzaifa, you ungrateful scoundrel! Today, I am fortunate that Mr. Wade has spared my life. Just remember, as long as I, Zyaire, still breathe, I will make you suffer!”


    Huzaifa, terrified, waved his hands and pleaded, “Godfather, please calm down! I meant no disrespect! You can’t hold me ountable for what’s happening today…”


    Zyaire replied icily, “I don’t want to waste words with you! Mr. Wade made it clear that if I’m to gather ten billion US dors in ten years, I’ll have to find that money from you! A billion dors a year, and I want you to lose not a single penny of my life!”


    Huzaifa nearly crumbled under the pressure,menting, “Godfather, you’re ruining my life! A billion dors a year? You might as well kill me now!”


    Zyaire turned to Charlie and bowed slightly, saying, “Mr. Wade, all I need is your word to eliminate this ungrateful wretch!”<fnfae2> Original content can be found at Find~Novel</fnfae2>


    Charlie chuckled and said, “You have so many younger brothers here, and on the other side, it’s just him and his son. If you want to kill him, what does that have to do with me?”


    Zyaire suddenly grasped the situation, and immediately called out to all the younger brothers present, “Brothers! We’re all suffering today thanks to this man named Zhong! He’s still acting like a rogue. Let’s rid ourselves of this burden and take him down together to ease our anger!”


    “Absolutely!” The group was filled with pent-up frustration, eager for an outlet as they realized they might soon be sent to Syria.


    At Zyaire’s rallying cry, everyone transformed into a frenzied mob, charging towards Huzaifa, intent on tearing him apart.