Chapter 22 On a Rooftop Garden
The old man was startled upon hearing Derek’s words.
Billy Gardner’s name was known by all-single-handedly, he could easily kill countless enemies with a Bloodshadow saber in hand. The local gangsters would be frightened and intimidated by his name. In the face of such a figure, there were probably few who wouldn’t bow down to him.
“My life was also saved by Mr Gardner. Without him, I would have been dead long ago. Even my achievements and wealth today are thanks to Mr Gardner. His kindness towards me is even greater than that of my own parents.” Derek added with gratitude and awe.
“I see.”
At the same time, Casey’s phone message alert sounded from inside the Land Rover car.
“Commander, Judge has found the whereabouts of those three young masters!” he said after looking at the text message content.
“Very good! Let’s go meet them then!” Billy said.
Boom!
Casey put the pedal to the metal and they headed for Paradise Villas, which was located at the foot of a mountain to the west of Ozin City, with convenient transportation and beautiful scenery.
The manor was already crowded with people and very lively. Albion Watkins was very comfortable half-lying on a rocking chair, holding an expensive cigar in his hand. On his left side sits a popular young model, symbolically massaging his thighs. The tall and slender beauty sitting on the right was a popular Ozin female host, who was currently peeling fruit for him. As the second son of the wealthiest clan in Ozin, Albion lived a very comfortable life and often invited friends to come and party.
“Albion, Beatrice Knight, that flirtatious woman contacted me yesterday, wanting me to arrange a time for you to meet her. She said she wants to treat you to a meal.” A young gentleman across from Albion said after taking a sip of red wine.
“Beatrice Knight?” Albion spoke.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Uh-huh, that woman, to be honest, her looks and figure can be considered top-notch! And I heard that she’s good a fuck. Are you interested?”
Albion laughed and answered, “those promiscuous women can be left to you guys, I’m not interested.” He then blew a string of smoke and continued, “The Knight family’s three daughters, I am only interested in the other two, Harleen Knight and her sister.”
“You have taste, Albion.” Another young man spoke up.
“Especially Harleen, the number one beauty in Ozin. She’s definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, no doubt about it!”
“Albion, I heard that Gaylord still hasn’t given up on Harleen!”
Albion snorted and said, “What can he do if he doesn’t give up? He can’t handle Harleen himself. Does he think others won’t try to get involved?”
“Albion, are you planning to make a move?”
“But Harleen has been driven away by the Knight family and gone to Cloud City. It’s unlikely she’ll be back in Ozin anytime soon.”
“It’s easy.” Albion smiled faintly, “I just need to make a phone call and Zeph that old bastard will bring both daughters back.”
“You’re determined this time, huh?” The other young man raised his glass and said, “Let’s toast to Albion’s success!”
“Don’t forget about us when you’re done playing with her. Let us taste the number one beauty of Ozin when you get tired of her.”
“No problem!” Albion raised his glass and drank it all at once.
Just then, there was a loud noise at the entrance of the estate. Soon after, a military Hummer crashed through the gate and quickly headed towards Albion and his group. There was a cry of surprise on site as people hurriedly moved aside. The Hummer stopped just two meters in front of Albion and the others. Everyone, including Albion, was terrified and fell to the ground, their faces full of shock and cold sweat. They were just inches away from being run over by the Hummer.
Then, two men dressed in fine clothes with curved swords at their waists got out of the Hummer. They looked serious and fierce.
“Who the hell are you guys? Do you know where this is? Do you want to die?” Albion manged to calm himself down before shouting angrily.
“Are you Albion Watkins?” One of the men looked at a photo on his phone before speaking coldly.
“Who are you?” Albion shouted again in anger.
At that moment, a group of black-clad men rushed towards them with electric batons in hand, looking very intimidating. “What’s going on here, Albion?” asked the leader of those men in black.
“Cut the shit! Break their arms and legs!” Albion ordered.
“Got it!”
Fifteen black-clad individuals quickly rushed towards the two men. One of the two men flipped his wrist, holding a curved blade in his hand, and flashed like a ghost. In less than two minutes, over ten people on Albion’s side all fell on the ground. Their right ankle tendons were all cut off. And they were rolling all over the ground, wailing incessantly.
The others was all dumbfounded.
“Who… who are you?” Albion finally realized that he might have gotten into big trouble. After clearing his throat, he continued, “I am the second young master of the Watkins family. If you dare to touch me, the Watkins…”
Before he finished his words, the other men with a curved sword on his waist stepped forwards and knocked Albion unconscious with his hand. Albion collapsed with his eyes rolling back and passed out. He was thrown into the two men’s car and taken away.
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The Crown Hotel was built along a river in Ozin and had a unique design, resembling a giant eagle spreading its wings. There was a rooftop garden built on the 48th floor, extending more than 21 yards from the main structure like the beak of a great eagle. Below the garden lay a rolling river. The Sky Garden, also known as the Observation Deck, provided a panoramic view of Ozin’s scenery when one was situated within the garden.
When Albion woke up, he found himself outside the railing of the aerial garden. He was facing the garden with his hands and feet tied. A hemp rope was tied to his waist and the guardrail. Once the hemp rope was broken, he would fall and die. When Albion was conscious, he was panicked at the sight of the surroundings. Covered in cold sweats, he kept shouting for help. After a while, he relaxed his mind slightly and looked around. To his shock, on both sides of him, there were two other people of the same age, with their backs facing the river. The two of them had already woken up a moment ago, shivering all over. Their faces were pale and their crotch was wet.
They were Gaylord Malcom, the second son of the Malcom family, and Jeff Jimenez, the first son of the Jimenez family. They were both Albion’s acquaintances.