Chapter 147


    “What the hell happened here?” Steve and many other police who arrived at a private golf course built in


    the middle of a forest were shocked by what awaited them. A bloody scene they had never seen before.


    Hundred men were littered around the field along with bikes and other vehicles parked here and there.


    Some were hacked to death. Some were decapitated. Some had their limbs severed. This was without a


    doubt the most gruesome scene he had ever seen.


    He bent down and observed one of the dead men, lying on the grass, shocked and his eyes wide open


    and full of horror. “The fear in those eyes… He must have seen others die around him. He must be


    utterly stunned to the point his eyes stayed open even after death.” Steve began sweating without


    realizing.


    Some other police recognized a few of those men. “These guys are street thugs from all around the city.


    Most of them have multiple murder and rape charges against them.”


    Steve’s brows knitted together. “Why were such bastards roaming freely in the city?’


    “The governor. After he came to power, he began releasing criminals from prison whenever he could. I


    think he released over five hundred criminals in thest two years.”


    Steve’s blood boiled. “We work so hard to catch them, but these damned corrupt politicians make all our


    efforts look silly with just their signatures. I’m sure the CCTV footage will be tampered, and we’ll find


    nothing there. But still, who could have done this? It’s too hard – boiled even for the mafia. They


    generally cut ears, fingers, and balls, but this… it’s middle ages stuff.”


    “Let our superiors do their job. We don’t want to dive into this rabbit hole.” “Ah, fuck this job, man.” Steve


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    At Pure Waters bar.


    “You did what?” Benjamin was stunned by what Shadow just said. He had escaped from the chase after


    making the thugs chase like hell on a golf course and confusing them. However, now, Shadow came and


    told him he took care of them all. All hundred of them.


    “They were badmouthing you, my lord,” Shadow bluntly stated. “They were asking to be killed, and


    they’re all goons, so there’s no need to feel for them.” Benjamin clenched his fists. “Leave. Go back to


    the n.”


    “What?” Shadow was startled. “But, my lord…”


    “If you want to keep shedding blood at every possible instance, don’t stay around me,” Benjamin


    ordered. “You’re not helping me.”


    Shadow kneeled and lowered his head. “I promise I won’t kill another person without your permission, so


    please let me stay.”


    Benjamin exhaled audibly. His expression was stressful because he was worrying about the families of


    the hundred thugs that Shadow had killed. He didn’t want to forgive Shadow so easily. “I will let you stay


    if youpensate for the families of the dead.”


    “I will, my lord,” Shadow didn’t hesitate to reply. If that decision would help him stay closer to his lord,


    why would he even need to think twice? Even though he was nning to also kill Artur, he had to dy


    that n for the time being.


    At Artur’s mansion.


    Artur was sitting at the dining table, but when he grabbed the fork, he realized that his hand was shaking.


    He quickly put the fork down. What had happened not long ago shed in his mind. It was worse than


    the most horrifying video game he ever yed. One after another, all the hundred men he sent had fallen


    right before his eyes, and he didn’t even know the reason. Could it be the son-inw who did it? He


    didn’t know, but Luther said it was definitely him.


    Artur even checked who the golf course belonged to, thinking it might have been them who did it, but he


    knew the Bisconsleys. They probably weren’t behind such gruesome killing. Now, he sort of understood


    why Luther had told him to not mess with the son-inw of the Sterling family, but his pride didn’t allow


    him to bear the shame, which was why Luther was no longer standing by his side. He had sent his


    bodyguard off to hire all the professional bodyguards he could and bring them to the mansion. Artur’s


    phone rang. He wasn’t in the mood to pick it up, but it was Shawn calling. He mused for a second and


    answered.


    “Mr. Artur, you must have heard what happened. I need some quick cash to settle some things,” Shawn


    tried to sound as casual and confident as he could. “I’ll pay you back in a year.” “How much?” Artur took


    his time to ask.


    “100 million.”


    “Huh,” Artur gasped. “I know you’re a capable man, senior, but I can’t give that much without taking


    coteral. My dad will whip my ass with his favorite belt.” Shawn frowned. “I’ll think about it and call back


    soon.” “Sure. Take your time.” Artur hung up and snorted. “Hundred million? Would that be enough to


    pull yourself out the shit you’ve put yourself into?”


    Shawn, meanwhile, was at Ducksbelly restaurant, waiting for his friend, Brandon Conreid. However, he


    received a text message from Brandon saying he fell sick, so he wasn’t going toe.


    “He didn’t even say a customary sorry.” Shawn squeezed the mobile hard in frustration. Where’s the


    order?” he shouted at the waiter that was passing by. “Is your chef fucking sleeping in the kitchen?


    The manager hurriedly rushed over and tried to calm Shawn down, but Shawn scolded him and walked


    out of the restaurant without eating anything even though he had already paid for them.


    At the same time, Jacob reached his editor team’s office, only to hear that his system was hacked, and


    he lost the fully edited print. Moreover, the preservationist was missing, so the hard copy that was


    supposed to be with him was inissing, too.


    At this point, Jacob realized something wasn’t right. He was releasing the movie by himself


    instead of selling it to the distributors all over the country, so he would incur huge losses if the movie


    were to fail. So he immediately made calls so that the movie wouldn’t be screened at the theaters


    anymore.


    The choice was heartbreaking, but he didn’t sit in his car and cry as to why this was happening to him.


    He took risky decisions one after another and worked so that he could release the re edited version


    again, though this would cost him much more money.


    Jacob then gave interviews to the media, exining that there were some technical issues, and the film


    that was released was not the final product they had nned to release. When the reporters asked how


    much money he was expecting to lose from this incident, he didn’t answer.


    After spending the whole day, not giving his neurons rest even for a second, Jacob was extremely tired.


    However, he didn’t go home. He went to Terry’s home, and Terry weed him with aforting hug.


    “I’m so sorry for what happened,” Terry patted Jacob’s back. “I assure you I’ll get to the bottom of this.”


    “Thanks.” Jacob really needed thoseforting words. After that, they drank together and talked some


    more.


    Once Jacob left, Terry looked extremely happy. “One needs to be super rich to produce a movie, but


    whether you stay rich or not depends on the fate of the movie. In a short while, you will be so poor


    you won’t even have the face to ask for my help, Jacob. I wonder what you will do when you are no


    longer able to produce movies. I wonder what you’ll do when you realize your son-inw is the cause for


    your downfall.”