Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

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 the last 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 could only gasp in
annoyance.
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 clan.”
“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 you compensate 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 planning to also kill Artur, he had to delay that plan 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 flashed in his mind. It was worse than the most horrifying video game he ever played.
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-in-law 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-in-law 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 collateral. 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 to come.
“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, explaining that there were some technical issues, and the film that was released was
not the final product they had planned 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 welcomed him with a comforting 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 those comforting 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 become 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-in-law is the cause for your downfall.”