Chapter: 180
“Dad! Bad news! Something major happened!”
Jeff Anderson rushed into the study with large beads of sweat covering his forehead, startling Hunter as he practiced his brush strokes.
“You idiot! How many times have I told you that you must stay calm when facing problems instead of overreacting? Why don’t you ever heed my advice?!”
“Dad! I’m not overreacting this time. Something big really did happen!” Jeff wiped the sweat from his face.
“Pahl You better remember: no matter how big a situation, you must stay calm! That is how a real man should act!” After relaying his teachings, he finally asked, “Now tell me, what’s going on?”
“It’s about Mr. Rhys. He’s been arrested by Gardner!” Jeff exploded.
“What?”
Hunter started trembling in fear. Even the brush in his hand broke in two.
“Quick… call someone! We have to go to the police station,” he instructed his son. He roared, “That fat fuck “Gardner. If he dares touch a hair on Mr. Rhys‘ head, I’ll skin him alive!”
“Dad, shouldn’t you remain calm?” Jeff’s lips twitched with irony.
“To hell with calm!”
The news struck him like a lightning bolt, so shocking that Hunter broke into a cold sweat.
“If Mr. Laney emerges unscathed, all will be well. But if something were to happen to him, everyone in Swinton would suffer. Not to mention Garnder, you, and even myself!”
“Huh! Is the situation so grave?” Jeff winced. He still had zero clue about Dustin’s true identity.
“What are you doing still lingering around? We have to get him out of there!” ordered Hunter.
After slapping his son awake, Hunter darted out the door.
Deep in his heart, he prayed, “Gardner, Gardner, you fat motherfucker better not mess around! If you do, Swinton will be soaked in blood!”
As the chaos unfolded in the outside world, nothing but peace and calm hung in the air of the inspector’s office at the police station.
“What’s the situation, Mr. Gardner? Has the kid confessed yet?” asked the Cobra impatiently as soon as he sat down.
“It doesn’t matter whether he has or not. Any prisoner who falls into my hands is sure to give in eventually.”
The fat inspector took another drag of his cigar with a smug expression.
“It’s not a problem if you’re on–site, but you can’t guarantee that things won’t take a turn for the worse. I think you ought to get it out of the way while you can,” the Cobra suggested.
“Why do you say that? Are you trying to teach me how to do my job?” Gardner cast a cold glare at him.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t even dream of it. It’s just that the kid has someone backing him up. If this isn’t resolved soon, trouble may arise,” the Cobra explained with a quick apology.
“What trouble could possibly arise? I’m just doing my job. Plus, this is my territory. Who would dare disobey me?” he reminded the man with certainty.