When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 241


    Chapter 241 Are You Bet Wilson?


    “Ah!”


    Bet suddenly jumped up, directly scaring Cordell, who was already trembling in fear. He


    stammered and said, “Ben, you are awake?”


    Bet rolled his eyes andmanded with a calm face, “Big idiot, I have already woken up for a long


    time! Hurry up and look ahead, step on the elerator to the end, turn left, and rush straight over.


    Otherwise, we will all be finished!”


    Bet originally wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he didn’t expect Cordell to be so unreliable!


    Cordell saw someone’s car wasing over, but he still hesitated and did not increase the speed to


    rush over. Bet felt so resigned.


    “Ah, but?”


    Cordell was shocked by Bet. Cordell observed the situation in front of him and found that he really


    should follow Bet’s instructions.


    Cordell tried to get focused, gripped the steering wheel, and said, “I’m going to speed up and turn. Sit


    tight!”


    The sound of the elerator echoed throughout the car. The car turned to the left and was about to


    pass through a narrow path. However, it was toote. Another car came from another direction, firmly


    blocking their way to Crimson Pawnshop.


    The worst thing was that Cordell’s car tire which had just exploded waspletely scrapped. It was


    impossible to start the car without a new tire!


    “What should we do now?”


    Cordell gripped the steering wheel tightly and fell into despair. His death was not a pity, but if Bet


    fell into the one-eyed man’ hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.


    “Ben, how about I open the car doorter and you jump down quickly? Then, you should run to the


    Crimson Pawnshop and tell them your name. They will protect you!”


    Although the Crimson Pawnshop was mysterious and powerful to the outsider, their boss, Mr. Quintin,


    had a good reputation. Other than being revengeful and having a tough character, he didn’t have any


    abnormal


    deeds.


    Therefore, if Bet fell into Mr. Quintin’s hands, it would be safer than falling into the one-eyed man’s


    hand.


    “You should take care of yourself first. That person is about to break your car window.”


    Bet pointed out the window and reminded Cordell with a calm face.


    The one-eyed man was holding a big knife. He smashed the window of the driver’s seat with two or


    three hits. Then he reached in with one hand. With a brutal expression, he tried to unlock the car door.


    He sneered, “Fuck, do you think you can escape from my hand? Ridiculous!”


    “What are you doing? Are you trying to grab a child? Is there now? If you dare to continue, I’ll call the


    police!”


    Cordell fought with the one-eyed man while trying to take out his phone to call the police.


    “Thew?”


    The one-eyed man punched him in the head and said fiercely, “Wow, thew? This is Sutor Wharf! You


    idiot! The fist is thew. This little guy is mine today!”


    Cordell suffered a punch and his head was dizzy. After all, he was just a doctor who was only good at


    using scalpels. How could he be a match for the one-eyed man?


    Seeing that the one-eyed man had opened the back door, Cordell shouted anxiously to Bet, “Ben,


    now!


    Run!”


    Bet did not panic in the face of danger. He crossed his arms and said, “Uncle One-eyed, are you


    sure you want me? I’m afraid you can’t afford it!”


    “Hey, funny. A brave little boy. You can be a candidate as my godson. Tell me why I can’t afford you?”


    “Because I am the person that the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop wants. If you want me, you’re


    against the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop. Why don’t you bring me to the Crimson Pawnshop and


    have a fight with the boss? I will follow whoever wins.”


    Bet said to the one-eyed man with meticulous logic.


    “Heavens, you… you actually know about it?”


    Cordell was knocked to the driver’s seat. He had almost fainted, but he was immediately awakened by


    what


    Bet said!


    “What kind of joke is this? Ever since Mr. Quintin took over the Crimson Pawnshop four years ago, his


    whereabouts have been very mysterious. The number of times he hase to Sutor Wharf can be


    counted on one hand. How can he want a little brat like you? And how can I fight him?”


    The one-eyed man did not believe what Bet said. He gradually lost his patience. His hands were


    like holding a chick as he grabbed Bet by the back of his cor and threatened him fiercely, “You


    little brat, you better behave yourself. Otherwise, I will beat you up too!”


    “You, you let him go!”


    Cordell forced himself to stand up and wanted to stop the one-eyed man, but he was kicked far away.


    “Let me go, or you will be finished!”


    Bet was angry. He struggled and resisted desperately, refusing to get in the one-eyed man’s car.


    “It’s so noisy. You little bastard, you deserve a beating!”


    Just as the one-eyed man was about to give Bet a tight p, a heavy off-road vehicle suddenly


    flew over and knocked his car far away.


    “Fuck, who the hell…”


    The one-eyed man cursed. When he saw the license te number of the car, his legs softened and he


    immediately knelt down. He did not even dare to breathe.


    Bet took the opportunity to break free from his grasp. His small figure was neither fast nor slow.


    Step by step, he walked to the giant off-road vehicle and looked up at the driver’s seat in neither a


    humble nor pushy


    manner.


    The window of the driver’s seat was closed, but one could vaguely see a man wearing a ck trench


    coat, and ck sunsses sitting inside.


    All the people present knelt down in unison, their foreheads touching the ground as if they saw a deity


    who could grasp their life and death.


    Bet stepped on the foot, his snowy little hand knocking on the window, his eyebrows tightly


    wrinkled, as


    if he was a little angry.


    After a moment, the window slowly rolled down.


    “Are you the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop?”


    Bet asked.


    The man in the car had a cold smile on his face. Hisrge sunsses almost covered half of his face,


    but it


    could not stop his cold vibe.


    “Are you Bet Wilson?”


    The man spoke lightly, his voice low and cold.


    “That’s right, I am Bet Wilson. You can also call me Ben.”


    Bet stood straight and said to the man in the car, “You should get out of the car and talk to me.


    This is


    the least manners.”


    The man raised his eyebrows. “What if I don’t?”


    “Then I won’t be on good terms with you. I won’t introduce you to my mommy, either. My mommy said


    that I can’t be friends with impolite people.”


    The man was silent for a while, and then he really opened the door of the car.


    He was nearly 6 feet 3 inches tall. With his ck trench coat, he gave off a mysterious, cold, and


    imposing


    vibe.


    The one-eyed man carefully raised his head and was instantly subdued by the man’s vibe. He said


    timidly, “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I snatched something that Mr. Quintin fancied. Mr. Quintin, please


    spare me! Mr.


    Quintin, please spare me!”


    Only now did he believe that this little brat was telling the truth. He was really someone that Mr. Quintin


    had


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    taken a fancy to.


    In the entire Sutor Wharf, no one dared to offend Mr. Quintin, and no one dared to disobey Mr. Quintin.


    He


    was dead for sure this time!


    Mr. Quintin did not pay attention to the one-eyed man. Instead, he looked at Bet and stretched out


    his big palm to Bet. He asked, “What about now? Do you want to be friends with me?”