Chapter 918 Grady Quin
“Why''s the ce closed in broad daylight? Are you not doing business anymore?”
Looking in the direction of the voice, Donald saw a man in a brown leather jacket striding in
arrogantly with a gang of underlings trailing behind him.
“Grady? Howe you''re here?”
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I was just about to ask for Grady''s address, and he shows
up on his own.
Grady had yet to grasp the gravity of the situation. He walked up to Ashton, casually patting the
latter''s head, and asked smugly, “I''m asking why is the ce closed in broad daylight. Have you quit
doing business or what? We''ve checked the money you handed inst month, and it''s less than half
of the profit I used to make when I managed the ce! Can you even run this ce? If you can''t,
then get lost. I can randomly pick any Tom, Dick, or Harry to rece you, and they''d be more useful
than you!”
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Although they were outwardly known as the second and third-inmand of the Razor Gang,
Ashton and Grady were actually not on equal footing at all.
With a cating smile, Ashton addressed Grady, “Grady, building a loyal customer base takes time.
Just grant me another two months. I assure you, I''ll be able to contribute more funds by then.”
“So, you''re saying that the profits you make for the next two months will be as scarce as it wasst
month?”
Grady patted Ashton''s face and said, “Ash, don''t me me for not giving you any chances. Since
you don''t know how to run this ce, I''ll personally teach you today.”
Grady extended his hand, prompting one of his subordinates to hand him a small bag of powder.
Waving the powder in Ashton''s face, he said, “See this? If you circte this stuff around this ce, I
guarantee that the money you turn in next month will double.”
Ashton shivered when he saw the substance in Grady''s hand.
D*mn. He really has a death wish. I was trying to plead on his behalf, hoping Mr. Campbell will
spare his life, yet here he is, shing the powder right in front of Mr. Campbell.
Shuddering, Ashton spoke. “Grady, I''ve told you I don''t mess with this stuff. Tancred also promised
that I wouldn''t have to...”
“Screw you!”
Before Ashton could even finish his sentence, Grady kicked him squarely in the chest, causing him
to topple onto the floor.
Grumbling and cursing, Grady snapped, “Tancred only gave you a chance because he values
brotherhood. I didn''t expect you to really think you''re all that. You don''t mess with this stuff, right?
Very well. Igor, from now on, you''re the third-inmand of Razor Gang. This ce is now under
your management.”
After Grady finished his tirade, he tossed the powder in his hand to one of his subordinates standing
behind him.
The subordinate, Igor Pock, didn''t appear to be easy prey. His head was adorned with tattoos
even more extravagant than Ashton''s.
“Throw this piece of trash out. From now on, every time I see him, I''ll give him a beating!”
Just as Grady finished speaking and was about to leave, a sh of silver light unexpectedly
streaked past him.
Before anyone could even make out what had just happened, Igor''s right hand was severed at the
wrist.
His right hand was still clutching the bag of powder, though now, fresh blood had spattered onto the
clear stic surface, creating an eerie scene.
Igor knelt on the ground, clutching his wrist and shrieking in agony, “Ah! My hand!”
“Who? Who did this!”
Subconsciously, Grady took two steps back, and his subordinates immediately stepped forward,
forming a protective circle around him.
Donald, who was sitting on the bar, casually kicked the severed hand away and uttered
nonchntly, “Well, well, well. Aren''t you something? To think you''d go to such lengths for money.
Judging by your tone earlier, you seem like the type who values money over life, don''t you? Are you
mentally prepared for what''s toe?”