Yates, Eckerd’s men started a fight with Yates’ retinue. It ended up with shots fired.


    “Get…out of here. My home.” Decker tried to drive him away. But he wasn’t in any position to make


    demands.


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    Carlos was possessed of a Legendary cruelty. He even outdid Yates when someone crossed the Line.


    ‘Why would my stupid sis fall for an a-hole like that?’ he thought to himself.


    “Your home?” Carlos raised an eyebrow.


    “What would Ivan say about that?”


    “I’ve got nothing to do with Ivan. Why would I care what he would say?”


    Decker snapped. Indeed, he wasn’t lying because he hadn’t had any interactions with Ivan yet.


    Carlos leaned against the closet and stared him down. In a cold voice, he said, “So, you’re another one


    of Debbie’s admirers?”


    “Damn you!” Suddenly, Decker hurled a photo frame towards Carlos.


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    Carlos swiftly dodged it without much effort as the photo frame hit the closet and Landed on the floor.


    He straightened his coat and red at Decker.


    “So, it seems like you have a death wish?”


    Decker gnashed his teeth and stayed on the bed.


    “Yeah, so kill me now, if you have the balls.”


    Much to his surprise, the defiant look in Decker’s eyes suddenly reminded Carlos of Debbie. This


    wounded man somewhat resembled Debbie, especially in terms of his personality. The mostmon


    quality would be their audacity to stand up to him.


    Unfortunately for Decker, however, he wasn’t Debbie. Carlos might have excused this if it were Debbie,


    but he wasn’t going to let this man walk away after disrespecting him. He strode towards the bed and


    grabbed Decker’s arm, ruthlessly yanking him off the bed.


    “Ahh!” A pained groan escaped Decker’s lips as the sharp pain shot through his arm the moment he fell


    to the floor.


    “Damn you! Carlos, you pathetic wretch!’


    Carlos stomped on his hand, possibly crushing a few bones, leaving behind an impression of his


    leather shoes.


    “If you somehow manage to get out of this room alive, you win!” The cold look in his eyes suggested


    that he wasn’t joking.


    “Aargh…you…” The searing pain from his hand was unbearable and


    Decker let out a might wail in hopes of releasing some pain. Carlos watched with a deadpan


    expression on his face as Decker writhed in agony.


    Decker’s face was white as a sheet. Just as his vision faded and he was about to surrender himself to


    the arms of darkness, the loud shrill sound of Debbie screaming from the doorway kept him awake.


    “Carlos!


    What are you doing?”