Chapter 364

Dylan threatened, “You’d better release him, or hundreds of my South City boys might pay Mr. Warren’s house a visit.”

Donald exploded with rage, “Mr. Garner, are you threatening me?”

Dylan’s face suddenly darkened, twisting with menace. He snarled, “That’s exactly what I’m doing. What are you going to do about it? You fat pig, others might fear you, but I don’t give a damn about your position.”

He added, “If anything happens to Mr. Lloyd, I’ll take you down even if it costs me my life. Am I clear?”

The ferocity in Dylan’s voice made Donald’s face pale as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Donald could not wrap his head around it–who the hell was Andrew? Why were even the underground crime lords getting involved?

Moreover, Dylan’s stance seemed to show that he was ready to go to war over this.

Donald said through gritted teeth, “Think carefully about what you’re doing. Even if I release him now under pressure, what about later? Not everyone can get away with disrespecting me like this. Besides, Andrew is a criminal. I’m justified both legally and personally.”

Natasha cut in coldly, “I don’t care if he’s a criminal or not. I just need you to release him. And Mr. Warren, I have evidence of your visits to prostitutes. Don’t make me upload that to the internet.”

Donald finally cracked, his voice ice-cold. “Fine, you win by force of numbers. But remember, the tide always turns. I’ll get my payback eventually.”

Francesca pointed at the security case on the desk. “That case belongs to Andrew too, Mr. Warren. Please return it to its rightful owner.”

Donald’s face turned several shades of purple. He had never had to give up something once he had claimed it.

However, under the death glares from Dylan, Natasha, Lauren, and the Aickers, he had no choice.

“Fine. I won’t forget this day,” Donald spat venomously.

Francesca grabbed the case as Donald called for his subordinate. “Go release him.”

The subordinate wore an awkward expression. “M–Mr. Warren, he’s… already been released!”

Donald froze, then exploded, “Released? Who the hell authorized that?”

This was beyond humiliating. Not only was he forced to release Andrew, but someone had already done it without his order.

“I’m going to find out which dead man walking dared to override my authority!” Donald snarled with a twisted laugh, desperate to find someone to take his anger out on.

“I released him. So, Mr. Warren, am I your dead man walking?”

A group of people strode into the office with an imposing presence.

Donald’s temple throbbed with murderous rage. Did everyone think his office was a public coffee shop?

First the Aickers, then Lauren, followed by the crazy duo Dylan and Natasha, and now a fourth wave of visitors who clearly meant business.

As several officers respectfully led them in, Donald recognized the two people in front and felt his head spin. His blood ran cold as he realized who had arrived–the mayor of Jayrodale and the city’s wealthiest businessman.

What the hell was going on?!