Chapter 2173
If Andrew were still just the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, that title alone might not have been enough to make Freddie so proactive and enthusiastic. But Andrew was now the king of both the underworld and legitimate business in Gabo Creek. Perhaps that was the real reason behind Freddie’s eager hospitality.
Terror Town had a famous landmark called the Knowles estate. In this prime real estate area, where every inch was worth a fortune, an entire manor sprawled across the land—a direct display of the wealth and power of Elijah’s family.
“King of Gabo Creek… Yes, it’s definitely him, no doubt about it,” Harold Knowles , the head of the Knowles family, said with a nod as he looked at the documents in his hand.
Beside him stood Elijah , his face full of indignation, along with several family enforcers radiating powerful auras.
One of the bearded enforcers growled, “Mr. Knowles Senior, so what if he’s the King of Gabo Creek? It doesn’t matter how strong an outsider is; he can’t just waltz into our city and disrespect Mr. Knowles. Isn’t that going too far?”
Harold’s distinguished face showed little emotion as he replied calmly, “Gabo Creek might not be some grand powerhouse, but if he can dominate both the underworld and the upper society there, we can’t underestimate him. As for what happened with Elijah, well… call it bad luck.”
Elijah finally snapped, his fists clenched tight. “Dad, the Knowles family doesn’t do ‘bad luck.’ If anyone’s unlucky here, it should be him! Last night, I was just fighting him for that rooftop spot at Sky Garden; it was nothing serious. Even if Andrew runs things in Gabo Creek, this is Terror Town, not some backwater province. When that bastard slapped me, he wasn’t just slapping me… He was slapping the entire Knowles family. He was slapping you.”
Harold chuckled, but his eyes grew cold. “You’re right. Slap you, and it’s the same as slapping me. On Terror Town’s turf, people have embarrassed me before, but definitely not some outsider.”
“But remember this… There’s no such thing as royalty in Terror Town. So, don’t worry, Elijah. This isn’t over just yet!”
Elijah said coldly, “Dad, send some men with me. I want to settle the score with him today.”
Harold waved his hand dismissively. “Enough with the fighting and killing. What kind of image does that convey? The Knowles family has its roots in Terror Town, and we believe in making money through peace, not chaos. Not only can you not cause trouble for the so-called King of Gabo Creek, but later, I’ll take you to meet him so we can toast and apologize in person.”
Elijah looked incredulous. “Toast him? And apologize? Dad, didn’t you just say embarrassing you means this isn’t over? How can you suddenly want to bow down to that bastard?”
Harold chuckled, his eyes gradually turning cold and menacing. “Elijah, you carry the title ‘Prince of Terror Town,’ but it’s just a name without substance, you know? In Terror Town, there’s no real royalty. Here, it’s survival of the fittest, and no one knows if today will even lead to tomorrow. Do you know the reason our family has stood strong all these years?”
Before Elijah could answer, Harold sneered. “It’s because we know how to borrow power from every side and go with the flow. If you only know how to charge in with brute force, no matter how tough you think you are, you’ll be the one who ends up dead.”
“Andrew is so young, yet he’s already the King of Gabo Creek. Do you really think he’s that simple? I’m telling you, even if he slapped you once, or eighteen times, or even killed you, you still wouldn’t be able to fight him.”
“But you’re lucky. You carry the Knowles blood, and our family in Terror Town won’t ever allow itself to be trampled. So what if he’s the King of Gabo Creek? He’s nothing but an insect on our turf, and he’ll have to crawl.”
By the end, Harold’s expression had turned vicious.