Chapter 303 You Are Going To Suffer Soon


    That afternoon, Penny left for work again after lunch.


    Nathan chose to stay home and keep his daughter and parents-inwpany.


    Suddenly, he received a call from Jack.


    "Master, we''re in trouble," Jack whispered weakly.


    "What happened? Where''s Thomas?" Nathan asked, slightly concerned.


    "He''s hurt!" Jack said in a raspy voice.


    He proceeded to tell Nathan about everything that had just transpired. "Carl said that you''ll have to


    meet him at the Eastern suburbs shooting arena alone by sunset, or else he''s going to kill Thomas!"


    "Understood,” Nathan said, frowning. "Take care of yourself and anyone who''s injured.”


    After hanging up, he made another call to Colin Dunne.


    He ryed the situation to Colin Dunne


    before saying, "I''m going to the Eastern suburbs. You take care of the rest."


    After that, he hung up and drove out of his town alone.


    The shooting arena in the Eastern suburbs was also known as the Sharpshooters'' Club, and the boss


    of the arena was a man named Hunter Zinke.


    There were already very few shooting arenas in the country, let alone those that allowed the use of live


    rounds.


    The Eastern suburbs shooting arena only had the facilities for people to practice using a handgun, but


    it was one of a kind in the South.


    That would not have been possible if not for Hunter''s interesting background.


    He was a follower of Carl and had managed to set up his shooting arena in Channing thanks to the


    Russo family''s connections.


    Meanwhile, in the shooting arena, Hunter and his subordinates stood by the door and weed Carl


    and the others to the arena warmly.


    Carl nced at Thomas, who was covered in blood and bundled in ropes. He squinted and asked,


    "Would Nathan Cross fall into this trap so easily?”


    Hunter grinned. "Mr. Russo, your presence in Channing and Thomas'' defeat should be enough to scare


    him off. Why would he have the guts to evene here?"


    "Wouldn''t I be wasting my time then?" Carl asked, frowning.


    "Big Brother, your daughter''s body is resting in the Channing Funeral Parlor. They''re waiting for you to


    have yourst meeting with her and authorize the cremation," Yoel said.


    "Big Brother, I don''t think Nathan Cross would dare toe anyway. Why don''t we go to the funeral


    parlor and settle your daughter''s funeral first?" Fabian asked.


    "Yes, Mr. Russo. I will take care of things here," Hunter added.


    Carl looked at Hunter, hesitation evident in his eyes. "Are you sure, Hunter?"


    "Of course!" Hunter eximed, a little displeased. "Not only am I well-known in Channing, but most


    people in the South also know me by reputation as well. Besides, I have twenty faithful subordinatesExclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    and countless handguns here. If Nathan Cross dares to step foot in this ce today, I''ll make sure he


    regrets it."


    That convinced Carl that things would go his way. After all, twenty fierce fighters and hundreds of guns


    were nothing to joke about.


    That boy Nathan wouldn''t be able to survive a shower of bullets, would he?


    "If hees, kill him. If he doesn''t, kill Thomas," he ordered Hunter.


    "Yes, Mr. Russo!" Hunter yelled at the top of his lungs.


    Carl left the scene soon after on his Maybach, his two sworn brothers trailing behind him. They sped off


    in the direction of the funeral parlor.


    After the trio left, Hunter moved his gaze to Thomas. "Oh my, Thomas! I bet you never expected to fall


    from grace so suddenly, right? It doesn''t matter if Nathan Crosses or not. You''re going to die


    today! Anyst words?”


    Thomas spat out a bloody wad of phlegm and snickered. "Hunter, you''re going to suffer tonight."


    Hunter''s eyes widened. "What? I''m going to suffer tonight?"


    "That''s right. When my Masteres, you''re all going to suffer," Thomas sneered again.