chapter 32 War, war, war

"Ah? Someone dares to mess with you, the great god, in Zensea? Now, that's interesting," Black Phoenix quipped, his eyes flashing. "Wait for it. I'll dispatch the squad right away." The call ended swiftly. Decco's expression soured slightly at the moment. "The Honorable, it's a trivial matter. It's my negligence to have you call Dragonhead in the South." "It's nothing. You're very brave. I just couldn't stand the way those people behave." Snap! Just then, security personnel from the alley parted, and a man stepped forward. He was Westbrook Elliott, the general manager of Black Gold Security. The Elliott brothers, Lind and Westbrook, co-founded Black Gold Security. Westbrook handled the company's operations, while Lind trained the security personnel in the suburbs. Westbrook wore a black suit, no tie, and the top button of his shirt was undone, giving him a rebellious appearance. His eyes revealed a hint of killing intent. The gaze of someone who had killed and someone who hadn't was entirely different. Once blood stained your hands, you became indifferent. The look in your eyes was filled with disdain and disregard for human life, a stance of superiority. That was Westbrook. However, when he saw Clarence, it was as if he was a withered leaf in the autumn wind, rootless and powerless. It was a strange feeling. Even when facing a much stronger opponent, he had never felt like this before. If he had blood on his hands ten times over, then Clarence gave him the feeling of crawling out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Maddox was at best a pampered young man who didn't understand these things, but Westbrook did. "Oh, it's Mr. Elliott. I didn't expect you to come in person. Hmm, what's wrong?" Maddox asked, puzzled by his furrowed brow. Westbrook shook his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing, maybe I'm just overthinking." "Mr. Elliott, my sister made a fuss over nothing, and you brought the company's people here. Why bother? A hundred or so men could easily take care of this kid!" Westbrook always had a sense of unease, but he couldn't see anything extraordinary about the young man in front of him. "Clarence, right? I'll give you a chance. Come with me now, and I'll spare you the pain. Once Norman Family decides what to do, I won't be able to help you." Clarence spoke calmly, "Do you have a grudge against the Norman Family?" Westbrook was stunned by Clarence's question, unsure of its meaning. "What are you trying to say?" "If you don't have a grudge, why send your men to their deaths?" To their deaths? Were they out of their minds? They had five hundred men surrounding Clarence and Decco. Not only were they unafraid, but they also dared to speak arrogantly. Suppressing his anger, Westbrook chuckled coldly, "Kid, I admire your courage. Just the fact that you're still this calm tells me you're not ordinary." "Here's the deal. I have a soft spot for talent. How about you work with me? I'll protect you. No matter what grievances you have with the Norman Family, they'll still give my brothers and me some face." Maddox looked at Westbrook in astonishment. "Is he kidding? He wants to recruit Clarence?" If Clarence joined Black Gold Security, it would be quite difficult for the Norman Family to move against him again. After all, these people were not clean, and the Norman Family wouldn't completely break ties with Black Gold Security. However, Decco couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Ha-ha!" "Sorry, Honorable, I couldn't hold it in." A small security company in Zensea wanted to recruit Dragonhead as a lackey. If this got back to the North, it would probably become the laughingstock of all the warriors. "What are you laughing at?" Westbrook frowned. "I'm laughing at you, not even realizing your worth. A nobody who's not even worthy to carry The Honorable's shoes dares to be so shameless!" With these words, the atmosphere grew tense. "Okay, okay, okay!" Westbrook said "okay" three times in a row, gritting his teeth and pointing at Clarence and Decco. "This is your own doing. You'll suffer the consequences." "Kid, there's no one who can save you now!" "Brothers, how should we deal with someone who dares to look down on us?" "Kill, kill, kill!" The five-hundred-strong crowd shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the sky, even causing the shantytown to tremble. Seeing this scene, Tariq and some residents of the shantytown had long retreated, too scared to make a sound. "It's over, this situation has escalated. Even these people have come. I knew anyone who offended the Norman Family wouldn't have a good ending!" "Ah, still too young." "Mr. Davis, why don't you go out and have a look? Maybe say a few words, that gentleman is also trying to help us." Aunt Hunk said anxiously. Tariq was startled. Let him go out? No way, he wasn't ready to die yet. "Erm... could you stand at attention?" Decco suddenly said to Westbrook. Westbrook was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "No particular meaning, just getting ready to hit you." "Ha-ha, did you hear what this kid said? He said he's going to hit me!" Westbrook seemed to have heard the biggest joke ever, tears almost streaming down his face. "Hahaha!" The laughter of more than five hundred people echoed in waves. Meanwhile, Clarence looked at these people with pity. Those who were pitiful had something hateful about them. Similarly, those who were hateful also had something pitiful about them, because they didn't know who they were messing with. Westbrook licked his lips and swiftly drew a short knife from behind, saying sharply: "Kid, no one can save you now. You might as well die for me!" Boom! Boom! Boom! Just then, slight tremors were felt, growing closer and closer. Clarence's lips curled up. They were coming right on time. Black Phoenix's commando team was disciplined and efficient, as they said. Just as Westbrook was about to charge with his men, he too felt the rumbling. Then, to everyone's surprise, one after another camouflage heavy trucks came crashing through. They brutishly stopped at the intersection, sealing off all the surrounding roads. Clang! Clang! Clang! The ground was pounded by the synchronized march of combat boots. Fully armed soldiers leaped off the trucks and swiftly organized into formation. They stood tall like steel spears, brandishing standard-issue weapons, surrounding the Black Gold Security personnel in the alley. For a moment, an eerie silence blanketed the scene. "Fight, fight, fight!" Click-click! All soldiers unslung their rifles from their backs, aiming at the security personnel. Stern faces exuded chilling intent. With just one command, these guys would be riddled with bullets. Oh my God! Every one of the five hundred security personnel immediately dropped to the ground, holding short knives over their heads and burying their heads in their crotches, executing the move with remarkable skill. "Fight?" "Fight what?" "Come on, stop joking around!"