Chapter 453 Back Up
Silas had been searching high and low for Donald in Pollerton. He had raised Donald’s bounty up to a million and had also seen his photo before. Hence, Silas’ had a deep impression of Donald.
“I want to call Mr. Doyle now!” With that said, Henry grabbed his phone to make the call. As he fished out his phone, his phone started to burn unexpectedly. Meanwhile, Donald walked in and ignored him completely.
“Catch him!” Henry roared. The next second, he dashed forward to Donald with eight of his lackeys, and some of them even whipped out their batons.
Donald did not turn around and merely tapped his foot on the ground. Instantly, a layer of white wave could be seen. Its impact was huge, and it spread across the place like a surge.
About seven to eight men let out a scream as all of them flew backward and smashed against the glass door. Clang! The glass door broke and shattered into shards.
“There’s a pool table on the ninth floor. Do you want to have a match later, Mr. Campbell?” Charles and the rest were shocked upon witnessing Donald’s move. Nonetheless, he kept his cool and asked in an ingratiating manner. Donald was momentarily stunned.
“Okay.” He nodded. Soon, they took the elevator and arrived on the ninth floor. The place was packed with big shots and powerful people. Akio, the president of Pollerton Translations, was also there. At that time, he was playing pool with Silas.
There were three pool tables there. By the time they arrived, there was only one table left. The other two tables were occupied by some other players.
Thump! Silas hit the ball accurately and successfully pocketed a ball. Seeing that, Akio clapped his hands and laughed. “You have great skills, Mr. Doyle!”
Silas shot a glance at Jeffery, who was at the table beside him and said, “Mr. Lysle has better skills than me. He can score all the points effortlessly.”
The gangster who was having a match with him did his best to butter Silas up.
In the distance, Holton, Arnaldo, and the rest were sitting by the window while playing with their phones nonchalantly.
Ding!
Hearing the elevator’s sound, Silas halted his movement and looked out the door.
Charles walked out of the elevator while Ethan and his men followed closely behind.
“Finally, he’s here.” A wicked smile appeared on Silas’ face.
Nevertheless, he was startled when he saw someone following behind.
It was Donald.
Silas glowered at him and asked, “Donald, do you have a death wish by coming here? What’s the matter? Are you here to plead for mercy?”
Leaning on his cue stick, Silas narrowed his eyes at Donald.
Instant silence filled the room as everyone there watched the situation unfold at the side.
However, Jeffery was the only exception.
He gave Donald a glance and was disinterested in him.
Other than his good looks, I find nothing special about Donald. He doesn’t have a strong presence, and his aura is pretty weak to me.
Unimpressed, Jeffery played pool by himself.
Meanwhile, Charles glanced at him with the cane in his hand. “Silas, go ahead and spit it all out. I’m a busy man. I don’t have time to waste with you.”
The bigwigs there were overwhelmed with shock to hear that.
Could it be that someone is backing Charles up? Otherwise, how dare he speak so brazenly?
Silas chuckled. A cold glint flashed across his eyes as he gazed at Donald sinisterly. “I’ll get down to business first. After that, I’ll kill you.”
Walking to another pool table, Charles said to Donald, “Do you want to have a match?”
Donald walked over to the table and picked a cue stick randomly.
Then, both of them started playing together.
Silas watched everything at the side with his eyes narrowed and started to ponder inwardly.
Could it be that both of them have someone powerful to back them up? Why are they so arrogant?
In fact, the big shots there shared the same thought too.
Nonetheless, Holton and Arnaldo exchanged a smile, seeing the gloating look in each other’s eyes.
Poor Silas, do you even have any idea who are you facing?
It was at that moment Silas abruptly let out a laugh. He asked, “Tell me, Charles. Who is backing you up? The Yund family? The Campbell clan? Or is it the Freedman clan? Who is it?”
