Chapter - 3027

The van swiftly encircled Zeke and his companions. The doors swung open, and a group of bare-chested men stepped out. They held iron bats in their hands, looking fierce and menacing.

The gangsters were filled with rage at the sight before them.

They had just witnessed someone slitting Rye's throat.

The other three leaders were also battered and bruised, suffering severe injuries.

This is lawless, just utterly lawless.

The leader of the gangsters-a bald man-rushed up to Chad.

"Chad, were you guys beaten up by this group of people?"

"D*mn it, if I don't take their lives today, then I'm not my mother's son." Chad glanced at Zeke, then at the fifty or so gangsters. He hesitated momentarily. Should I continue to compromise and back down, or should I take a risk with these fifty or so gangsters? There might still be a chance for me to make a comeback. As the saying goes, not even Hercules could contend against two at once...

In the end, Chad decided to take a risk.

Chad pointed at Zeke. Through clenched teeth, he said, "F*ck it. Kill them all. They're the ones who attacked us. Even Rye... was died. Boys, attack!"

As soon as the words left Chad's mouth, the fifty-plus gangsters charged towards Zeke menacingly. The collision of their weapons and bats produced a pleasing symphony of clanging sounds.

Zeke sneered lightly as he stared at Chad. "Well, to be honest, I don't really want to give you a chance to live either. Since you're so eager to meet your end, why wouldn't I oblige?"

Chad's heart pounded wildly. He was filled with extreme terror under Zeke's burning gaze.

However, Chad quickly regained his composure when he saw those fifty brave men.

Hmph, you're just playing games. No matter how great you think you are, can you defeat more than fifty of my men? My men can easily bring you down.

Soon, both parties were embroiled in battle.

Peace soon returned to the place after the fight.

All fifty-plus of Chad's gangsters were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain and screaming in agony.

On the other hand, Zeke and his group remained unharmed.

Sh*t! How can they be so strong? Chad was mindblown. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Zeke steadily advanced toward Chad.

Chad broke down. He kept backing away and cried, "Spare me! Spare me! I-I know I was wrong! I'll take you to Mr. Kidd right away. Only he can help you get in touch with Mr. Zamora. You can't kill me... You can't kill me-"

However, Zeke held up his knife before Chad could finish speaking and slit the latter's throat.

All signs of life left Chad as he collapsed on the ground and stopped moving.

His eyes were wide open. His gaze was filled with defiance, fear, and anger.

Zeke's gaze fell upon Ronan.

"I wonder, are you willing to cooperate with me?"

Ronan was rooted to the spot, frozen. It took Zeke several attempts to call Ronan to snap him back to reality.

He nodded eagerly. "Of course, I'm happy to assist you. I-I'll take you to Mr. Kidd right this instant. As long as you spare my life, I'll do whatever you ask of me. Please. I beg you..."

Zeke exclaimed, "Lead the way!"

Immediately, Ronan brought the group to the buy-back center to look for Alan.

The buy-back center was located in the same shanty town. Hence it was not far from the illegal blood factory.

They hadn't been walking for long before they arrived.

The buy-back center's business wasn't exactly booming. The vast storage area was eerily empty, with not much scrap to be seen.

The group stepped into the courtyard, but no one else was in sight.

"This is where the buy-back center's owner, Mr. Kidd, lives," Ronan introduced cautiously. "At this hour, Mr. Kidd might have gone home for dinner. Would you like to wait here for a while, or should we go to his house?"

Zeke replied coldly, "Ask him to come out."

Ronan was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"

Zeke answered, "To be honest, your tricks are meaningless to me. I can see right through you. You've given Mr. Kidd a heads up, so he could set up a trap here. Am I right?"