Chapter 1110 Try Shooting Me


    “Did I pass?” Donald asked nonchntly.


    “Y-Yes...” Beckett never dared to underestimate Donald again.


    Is this kid some kind of human robot? Doesn''t his hand hurt?


    Oisin also secretly felt relieved that he had remained cooperative throughout their journey, avoiding


    any conflicts with Donald.


    Otherwise, considering the power behind Donald''s punch, he might have found himself on the fast


    track to the afterlife.


    Upon traversing the dimly lit alley, the path suddenly widened up just a few meters ahead.


    Initially, Donald had expected the alley to lead to a cramped space, but to his surprise, it opened up


    into an entirely different world.


    Neon signs from gambling dens and hair salons flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the


    women standing along the roadside.


    These women, chewing gum, regarded Donald with an intense, hungry gaze, as though they


    wanted to devour him.


    “These are all Mr. Hound''s subordinates, members of Floral Haven. If you truly be a top fighter


    under Mr. Hound, you won''t even have to pay at Floral Haven,” Oisin quipped, a sleazy grin


    creeping across his face.


    It was as if his greatest dream in life was to have the privilege of visiting Floral Haven every day


    without paying a dime.


    “Cut the cr*p. Don''t forget why you''re here.”


    Oisin felt aggrieved. Why I''m here? I''m nothing more than a guide.


    The two arrived at the entrance of a karaoke bar and happened to run into Mad Hound, who exited


    in a suit.


    “Mr. Ortega, it''s decided then. The affairs of the eastern district will now be under our jurisdiction.


    Your territory will be managed by us from this point forward,” dered Mad Hound.


    “Absolutely. From now on, the sess of my business will entirely depend on the Enigma Club.”


    The speaker was a middle-aged man, Evan Ortega, who probably also ran a business.


    After finalizing the deal with Mad Hound, he hastily left the ce.


    While the Enigma Club held significant power, the underworld was still dominated by other big


    shots.


    In order to survive, Evan temporarily ceded control of his business to the Enigma Club. He feared


    that if the other big shots were to find out about this, they might seek retribution against him.


    “Mr. Hound, wait!”


    Seeing that Mad Hound was about to turn and enter the building, Oisin was quick to get his


    attention.


    With a frown, Mad Hound asked, “Who are you?”


    Upon hearing Mad Hound''s question, Oisin suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.


    “I''m Oisin, Mr. Hound.”


    “Oh, Oisin. Can I help you?”


    Oisin was left speechless by Mad Hound''s question, wondering how he should exin that he


    brought Donald here to meet Mad Hound.


    “You must be Mad Hound.”


    Donald took a step forward, pushing Oisin away.


    The two bodyguards behind Mad Hound immediately stepped forward, ring menacingly at


    Donald.


    “You''ve got guts, brat, calling me Mad Hound right in my face,” said Mad Hound.


    “I won''t beat around the bush. Who''s your boss? Take me to him.”


    Donald''s words made Mad Hound, who was initially all smiles, be alert.


    He doesn''t seem like a fool. Could he really be here to pick a fight?


    A sense of unease immediately washed over Mad Hound when he recalled the intelligence they had


    received earlier in the day, which indicated that Newton had enlisted an expert to deal with the


    Enigma Club.


    Could this brat in front of me possibly be that expert?


    “You guys handle him. I''ll exit through the back door.”


    Mad Hound had attained his current status primarily because of his meticulous and cautious


    behavior.


    Just as he was on the verge of turning to make his escape through the rear exit, the two


    bodyguards who had lunged at Donald were sent flying like ser balls. They were propelled


    backward into the building, shattering tables, chairs, and everything else into pieces.


    Donald took one step after another toward Mad Hound, his face showing displeasure.


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    “I''m not one to appreciateplications, so if you''re inclined to cooperate, we can make this much


    simpler,” he said.


    “Cooperate, my foot!” Mad Hound drew his gun, pointing it directly at Donald. With a menacing tone,


    he warned, “I don''t care who you are. If you don''t want to die, step aside! Bullets don''t have eyes.”


    “A gun?”


    Donald sighed. “Do you really think this piece of junk can hurt me? Why don''t you try shooting me if


    you don''t believe me?”