Chapter 943
Chapter 943 Trouble Sleeping
“Have you always been this good at fighting?” On the way home, Amelia still couldn't recover from the scene she had just
witnessed.
She had always known Donald was skilled at fighting, which was why he could act so arrogantly without fear of being kidnapped.
However, it was only after witnessing Donald's recent actions that Amelia realized how deeply she had misunderstood him
before.
Donald was not just a man of some skills. He was a formidable force capable of single-handedly annihilating an entire gang.
He was no different from a walking slaughter machine in human form.
Donald lit a cigarette and said, “I'm not a fan of fighting because I feel it's no match for using one's brain. Besides, fighting makes
me seem rather low-class. Still, sometimes, even when you don't want to fight, there will always be someone who will provoke
you and ask for a beating. Isn't that strange?”
Hearing Donald say that, Amelia didn't know how to respond. Just like what happened tonight. It seemed the other party was
indeed picking a fight, but could Donald have secretly added fuel to the flames? I reckon that was undoubtedly the case. After all,
Donald didn't bring me along just to accompany him for a drink. It was merely his excuse to trick Mr. Livingston into coming out.
“All right, stop overthinking. All you need to do is focus on your own work. Leave the rest to me.”
Amelia hummed in agreement obediently. Upon returning to the hotel, she promptly retreated to her own room.
Before Donald arrived, Amelia indeed harbored a certain apprehension toward Fridolin and his group.
Even though she had Dragon Fide Corporation's support, Fridolin and his crew were the head honchos there, and their network
of connections was just too vast.
If Fridolin wanted her dead, even the powerful Dragon Fide Corporation would struggle to save her in time.
But now, things were different. With Donald, who possessed such explosive combat power, by her side, what did Amelia have to
be afraid of?
Amelia had a good night's sleep, but the same couldn't be said for many others in Feston.
Firstly, it was the underground forces of Feston. Upon hearing that the entire United Hearts Society had been wiped out, their
initial reaction was to dismiss it as false news.
United Hearts Society had been expanding at a remarkable pace in Feston over the years and had since become the largest
gang in Feston.
To say that a gang like that was annihilated in one night was like uttering a joke.
That was impossible unless someone from above had mobilized the army.
However, if the military were really mobilized, how could they possibly not hear a whisper of it?
The next person to feel shocked was Fridolin. I've just managed to get Gilbert to the hospital, and now you're telling me that
United Hearts Society is destroyed? Why am I taking such good care of Gilbert? I'm only doing so because he's a member of
United Hearts Society, and if he dies, it will be difficult for me to explain to Mr. Livingston. Great. Now that United Hearts Society
has been completely annihilated, why else should I bother myself with this matter?
“Mr. Goodwin, the total medical expenses for Gilbert are two hundred thousand. Should we pay directly with a card?”
Fridolin slapped Declan on the head. “What the hell are you thinking? Don't you know that United Hearts Society is gone now?
We're already kind enough to send him to the hospital, and you're still thinking about paying for him? Let's get moving.”
Fridolin very well understood the concept of using the best resources in the most important areas.
What was Gilbert's worth now that United Hearts Society was gone?
He was nothing more than a crippled loser without any support.
Fridolin figured there was no need for him to spend two hundred thousand to curry favor with someone like that.
On the way home, Fridolin felt increasingly uneasy the more he thought about what had happened. Who on earth managed to
take down United Hearts Society? This is unbelievable. Could it be related to Donald?
At that thought, Fridolin suddenly shivered. If it really has something to do with Donald, then I must be more careful.