"Director Ross, the leadership called you over this time, was there any specific directive?"

This was Declan Newhart's voice.

Tyson Ross said, "The leadership is very pleased with your defection this time. As for your previous betrayal, the leadership has decided not to hold you accountable."

Hearing these two sentences, Dirk Carter felt a chill in his heart.

Declan Newhart chuckled and asked, "And the matter the leadership promised me before..."

"Rest assured, the leadership keeps their word. The three million will be transferred to your account on time. As for the investment Dirk Carter promised you, you can still accept it, and the leadership will not interfere."

Tyson Ross's words had clarified things for Dirk Carter up to seventy percent.

This promise also made Declan Newhart feel overjoyed.

He politely said, "Director Ross, have some tea, have some tea..."

Then came the sound of tea being poured.

Tyson Ross said, "Mr. Newhart, the leadership instructed me several times to tell you that there is something you must hand over."

"What is it?"

Declan Newhart asked.

Tyson Ross sneered a bit and said, "Naturally, it's the weapon used to kill Rand Quance. The leadership wants you to hand it over so that he can help you dispose of it."

Declan Newhart was silent for a while.

He said, "Director Ross, I'm sorry, but I really can't hand that over. Yorke Payne is dead, Rand Quance is dead too, and I definitely need something for self-preservation. If I hand over the weapon and the leadership gives it to the police, wouldn't I be dead meat?"

This sentence was crucial.

As soon as it was said,

Dirk Carter and Rosie both heard it.

The two quickly exchanged glances.

It was obvious that Rosie's eyes were also filled with disbelief.

"It was Declan Newhart who did it."

Dirk Carter said, taking a deep breath.

Rosie frowned and said, "That's impossible. Why would he do this? Just for three million? He would actually go that far for three million..."

Dirk Carter put down the earphones.

He was ready to head for the door.

Rosie grabbed him.

She asked, "Where are you going?"

"Where else? Am I supposed to be his fall guy?"

"This is The Tonight Club, and you came here alone. How can you possibly be a match for him?"

Rosie said anxiously.

Dirk Carter shook her hand off and said, "I don't care anymore. Even if it means dying today, I have to get to the bottom of this!"

With that,

he opened the door.

With a bang,

the door to the tea room was kicked open by Dirk Carter.

The loud noise startled the two people inside.

When Declan Newhart saw Dirk Carter, his eyes nearly popped out in shock.

He quickly stood up and asked in astonishment, "Dirk Carter, what are you doing here?"

"Surprised, huh? If I weren't here, I wouldn't have heard the truth about you setting me up. Declan Newhart, I treated you like a brother, but you treated me like a fool?"

Dirk Carter said angrily.

At this moment, Tyson Ross,

upon realizing that the person in front of him was Dirk Carter,

started shaking and wanted to take out his phone.

But unexpectedly, due to fear, the phone slipped out of his hand and fell on the ground. Shaken by Dirk Carter's murderous glare, he dared not pick it up.

Declan Newhart also got a good look at Dirk Carter's outfit.

From the hospital gown under his coat, he could tell that Dirk Carter had escaped.

Realizing this,

he sneered and said, "So what if I treated you like a fool? Last time you had people backing you, this time you're all alone, should I really be afraid of you?"

With that,

he pressed a button on the tea table.

In just about a minute,

a series of hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

Seven or eight henchmen rushed in.

Declan Newhart pointed at Dirk Carter and said, "Surround him."

With a swoosh,

these seven or eight people surrounded Dirk Carter in the middle.

Moreover, each of them held a machete.

If it were a bare-fisted fight, Dirk Carter might have had a chance, but now, he had no chance of victory.

"Dirk Carter, oh Dirk Carter, the underworld isn't just about fights and battles, it's about relationships and schemes. What's that? It's deceit and backstabbing. I'm not a fool, leaving good money on the table to go out on the limb with you? In Kenton County, they call me the boss. Out there, who the hell knows Declan Newhart? You're just a small-time Education Bureau chief, you think you can cause a storm? Change your allegiance? Do you even weigh your worth?"

"So, you sided with Yorke Payne's boss?"

Dirk Carter asked flatly.

Declan Newhart laughed heartily.

He said, "A wise bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a loyal minister chooses a master to serve. When Yorke Payne was around, I couldn't get in touch with the leadership. Now, with your amulet, I can finally reach him. Why would I choose you over him? Am I an idiot?"

"You're a lost cause, no wonder Caleb Ford calls you a loser. A small-time loser who can never make it to the big stage."

Dirk Carter said.

"Hahaha… Whether or not I make it to the big stage, I don't know, but for now, you're undoubtedly shouting to the heavens with no answer, to the earth with no help. Last time I, Declan Newhart, didn't find an opportunity for revenge, but you brought it to my doorstep. Fine, I'll fulfill your wish today."

Declan Newhart finished speaking.

With a wave of his hand,

everyone raised their machetes.

As a bloody confrontation was unavoidable, Dirk Carter also prepared for battle.

But in his heart, he knew,

this battle was a death wish.

"Attack!"

Declan Newhart finally gave the command.

Just as the henchmen were about to act, suddenly, a commanding voice came through: "Stop, all of you!"

It was a woman's voice.

Everyone was stunned and looked towards the door.

They saw Rosie dressed in red, slowly walking in. Her face was filled with murderous intent, exuding an air of a strong, leading woman.

Behind her, she was followed by a few henchmen, although there were fewer compared to Declan Newhart's men.

"Rosie, what are you doing?"

Declan Newhart scolded.

Rosie rolled her eyes at Declan Newhart and said, "Declan Newhart, do you remember why, after chasing me for so long, I eventually agreed to be with you?"

"Why?"

Declan Newhart asked.

Rosie said, "Because at the time I thought you were brave and bold, and had a certain charisma, which was exactly the kind of man I, Rosie, was looking for. But now it seems, you're just a petty person. For the sake of some petty gain, you even abandoned basic decency."

"You… what the hell are you? Just a whore I've kept, how dare you talk to me like this?"

Declan Newhart was infuriated.

Pointing at Rosie, he shouted.

Rosie smirked coldly and said, "I have no right? Fine! Are you capable of having them kill me?"

"Rosie, don't look for death! Get out of the way, after I deal with Dirk Carter, I'll deal with you!"

Declan Newhart finished speaking.

He pointed at Dirk Carter and shouted, "Cut him!"

"I dare anyone to move!?"

Rosie stood her ground.

Shouting fiercely.

The henchmen looked at each other; none of them moved.

"Are you all idiots? Who's the boss, me or her? I told you to kill him, kill Dirk Carter, do it!"

Declan Newhart was anxious.

He kicked one of the henchmen's butts.

But even so, no one moved.

Rosie's mouth curved into a disdainful smile and said, "Arrest Declan Newhart for me!"

At this command,

the seven or eight henchmen who had been called in earlier, as if energized with new vigor, immediately turned their blades towards Declan Newhart.

Declan Newhart was dumbfounded.

Totally dumbfounded.

He never expected that Rosie's words would be more effective than his.

With a sudden realization, Declan Newhart sneered and said, "I get it, you whore, have you slept with all of them? Have they all had a piece of you, becoming your lapdogs?"

Rosie said, "Declan Newhart, oh Declan Newhart, think about it, for years you've been ingratiating yourself with the leadership, giving up all dignity as a boss, except for fooling around outside, when have you ever cared for the brothers? I've been painstakingly running The Tonight Club, making sure the brothers get paid and taken care of, who do you think they're going to listen to?"

Indeed.

Over the years of running The Tonight Club.

Rosie has put in unimaginable effort.

All the hostesses were personally trained by her.

Every time The Tonight Club opens for business, Rosie is always in the main hall, handling all sorts of sudden events, so everyone up and down The Tonight Club knows, near the bar, you will always find Sister Rosie.

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