"I can, I can pay it back, tomorrow... no no no... today, I'll have the accountant arrange it in a moment..."

As he said this, large beads of sweat rolled down Kaleb Minsky's face.

Regarding this answer.

Rasco Shaw was quite satisfied.

Nodding, he said, "Alright, I'll await your good news. Hurry off to the hospital, or it might be beyond saving."

Like receiving a great pardon.

Kaleb Minsky nodded repeatedly, hunched over, and hurriedly left.

As soon as he left.

Baylor Hall breathed a long sigh of relief.

He quickly raised his glass to Rasco Shaw and said, "Secretary Shaw, you're like a reborn parent to me, thank you, really thank you..."

Just about to chug down the drink.

Rasco Shaw held his hand down and said, "No need for thanks, but I must say, General Manager Liu's confidante is quite beautiful..."

Baylor Hall froze.

His whole body shuddered.

As if he understood something.

He turned to the woman and said, "Yuan Yuan, keep the leader company a while, I'll leave."

After saying this.

He put his glass down and got ready to leave.

The woman called Yuan Yuan seemed a bit panicked.

She tried to leave as well.

But her hand was grasped by Rasco Shaw.

Rasco Shaw stretched out his other hand and swept across the table.

All the dishes and utensils crashed to the ground with a clatter.

He pressed down on the back of the woman's neck, forcing her onto the table.

With his other hand, he forcibly pulled down the woman's pants.

The woman's bare bottom swayed right in front of him.

Rasco Shaw remained expressionless.

He undid his belt and let his pants drop.

Aligned himself, and suddenly thrust inside, with considerable violence.

The woman's panicked expression turned to pain, she dared not move, allowing Rasco Shaw to ravage her.

After the brutal act.

Rasco Shaw completed his final release.

Satisfied, he put on his pants.

The woman collapsed half-naked on the floor, her eyes empty, whimpering softly.

Upon exiting the room, Barry Ford nodded at Baylor Hall, who was waiting outside, and only then did Baylor Hall rush into the room. Seeing his woman so humiliated, he could do nothing but swallow his rage.

After getting into the car.

Barry Ford said to Rasco Shaw, "Sir, I've already spread the word about Dirk Carter through the underworld channels. It won't be long before Caleb Ford hears about it."

Rasco Shaw nodded, contentedly leaning back in the car seat.

He let out a long sigh and said with satisfaction, "The show is about to begin..."

...

The next morning.

Dirk Carter groggily woke up in his hotel room.

As soon as he opened his eyes.

He saw two identical faces in a haze.

Could he be confused?

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Suddenly sat up.

Using a sheet to cover his bare body, he asked, "How did you get in here?"

At the head of the bed were two women, dressed identically.

"You're Ewan Forrest, and you're Rose Forrest!"

Dirk Carter pointed his finger at each.

Rose Forrest said excitedly, "How can you tell us apart? Sometimes even Brother Caleb can't."

"Simple, Ewan has a bigger chest, Rose's is smaller, it's obvious at a glance."

On hearing this.

Rose Forrest pouted, a little displeased.

To ease the awkwardness, Ewan Forrest snorted, "What's there to hide? It's not like you haven't seen before."

"When have you seen, sister?"

Rose Forrest paused to ask.

Seeing Ewan's embarrassed look, Dirk Carter quickly asked, "I mean, how did you two get in?"

"Walked in, how else?"

Rose Forrest, simple as ever, was quickly sidetracked and started chuckling.

Ewan Forrest sighed and said, "Get up, Brother Caleb is here, outside."

Caleb Ford is here?

Dirk Carter jolted awake and threw on a bathrobe as he exited the bedroom.

Sure enough, Caleb Ford was sitting on the sofa, leaning on a cane.

Besides him, there were four or five men scattered around the room, all dressed identically, his henchmen.

On the carpet in the center was a bedraggled man kneeling, head bowed, his identity unknown.

"Awake?"

Caleb Ford asked.

Dirk Carter nodded, asking, "Who is this guy?"

"Raise your head!"

Caleb Ford barked.

The kneeling man slowly lifted his head; though his face was covered in bruises, it was clear he was the taxi driver who had tasered him outside the Party School.

"Hell, it's you."

Dirk Carter pieced it together.

Caleb Ford said, "Caught him this morning, he's Cosimo Griffin's man."

Dirk Carter was taken aback, asking, "Cosimo Griffin? The Red-Clothed War God, Cosimo Griffin?"

Caleb Ford nodded, saying, "That's him."

In the realm of Serenity State, if you were to ask whose name rings the loudest in the underworld, it was undoubtedly Cosimo Griffin, more renowned than Caleb Ford.

Cosimo Griffin, initially a boxer, once a provincial champion, retired early due to injury.

Apart from boxing, he had no skills, so he was assigned to work at a state-owned steel factory in Ronan City at the time.

He worked from dawn till dusk, toiling like a dog with little pay.

There was a chance of promotion to workshop director.

Unexpectedly, a well-connected young man took his spot.

In a fit of rage, he beat up the factory leader and was consequently fired.

Jobless, to make a living, he joined the ranks of a notorious underworld boss in Ronan City as a thug.

It was here that Cosimo Griffin's name began to rise.

Reckless and loyal in the gang, when the old boss died suddenly, he naturally inherited the gang.

At the time, Ronan City's underworld was chaotic.

Cosimo Griffin, clad in red, annexed several other gangs, earning the nickname, The Red-Clothed War God.

Twelve years ago.

Cosimo Griffin realized that relying solely on the underworld wouldn't last long, so he bought the near-bankrupt steel factory and ventured into legitimate business.

Unexpectedly, he was business savvy.

In times of demand for steel, he quickly expanded and strengthened.

He's now the steel magnate of Serenity State.

Although he started doing business.

The underworld traits didn't change much; his empire was built through combat and strife.

"I don't even know this Cosimo Griffin, why would he target me?"

Dirk Carter scratched his head in bewilderment.

Caleb Ford said to the kneeling guy, "You answer him."

The guy, probably beaten senseless, responded with trepidation, "It's... it's because of The Prosperity Residence... The owner, Cian Donovan, is... is Brother Han's guy..."

With this explanation.

Dirk Carter suddenly understood.

He thought for a moment and said, "But hold on, even if it was because of Cian Donovan, how could Cosimo Griffin, no matter how connected, know about my relationship with Daisy Young?"

The guy on the ground nodded, saying, "Indeed... indeed he didn't know, that's... that's because of... because of a guy named Kim Churchill."

Kim Churchill?

Upon hearing this name.

All of Dirk Carter's doubts became clear.

Previously, when he met Rasco Shaw in the car, he suspected Shaw of orchestrating things for someone to be instigated to take him down, but he hadn't expected this person to be Kim Churchill.

"So you've figured it all out?"

Caleb Ford asked.

Dirk Carter nodded, saying, "Yes, I've put it all together."

Caleb Ford grunted in approval, pointing at the man on the ground and said, "Drag him out, reward him well, and toss him at the Prosper Group's doorstep."

"Yes!"

The henchmen responded.

The man was dragged out amidst his cries of despair.

Dirk Carter was already used to Caleb Ford's way of doing things.

He quickly sat down and asked, "Brother Caleb, how did you know about my situation here? I don't recall notifying you."

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