SWNOVELS Chapter 114
Chapter 114
At 11.30 in the evening.
In an abandoned shipyard in the suburbs, there were two men in black down jackets. One was half-squatting in front of a man, whose face was covered in blood. The other had his legs crossed and was holding a cigarette between his slender fingers. He did not smoke but simply let the cigarette burn in the wind. His eyes were fixed on the injured man. "Tell me, who is your boss?"
The injured man pursed the blood in his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood out on the ground. "I'm just taking a walk on the side. Why did you kidnap me?"
Frank looked at this tough guy with interest. He had been beaten up for half an hour, but he did not say a word or cry out in pain. "You live quite a healthy life. I wonder where it'd hurt the most." His finger pointed down bit by bit.
The bodyguard looked like he was not afraid of death. "Go on. I don't have a family. If I die, it wouldn't hurt."
Trevon flicked the cigarette butt and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "Get Miss Foster from Evergreen Gardens here too,"
Frank smiled and nodded at the people he brought. The thugs prepared to turn around deliberately.
The bodyguard, who was caught, panicked. "No. Don't touch Miss,"
Trevon narrowed his eyes and frowned. "Miss?"
The man realized that he had said something wrong and corrected himself quickly. "Didn't you just say Miss Foster? I was just hired to protect her. We don't know who the employer is. We're fine with it as long as we are paid nicely for it."
Frank lit a cigarette. His tall figure stood lazily with a hint of roguishness. "That's a good explanation, but how can a bodyguard from the Turner family like you still take on side jobs? Is the Turner family so poor that they can't afford to support you?" There was a hint of impatience and threat in his tone.
The man didn't know that the person who captured him had already investigated so clearly. He didn't know how to explain it. He searched for words in his mind and paused for half a second.
Trevon took in his change of expression and said calmly, "It seems that the Turner family indeed has strict rules. I actually respect you for that. You have received quite some training. I'll be kind today and simply ask you a few questions."
The man remained silent. He did not know what Trevon wanted to say to him. He felt uneasy and was thinking about how to
escape.
The few of them were Joseph's personal bodyguards. Before Joseph left, he instructed them to ensure Natalie's safety. This was their duty and they could not let anything happen to Natalie. Unexpectedly, someone hit him unconscious and kidnapped him when he was on a bathroom break today. He had always been very vigilant, and for some reason, he was caught off-guard. The person who kidnapped him walked silently and he did not notice him at all.
Trevon uncrossed his legs and leaned forward towards the man. "What's the relationship between Miss Foster and the Turner family?"
The bodyguard did not move or nod. He remained tense.
Trevon, on the other hand, was not in a hurry. He smiled. "Not bad. Next question. Does the head of the Turner family have a son?"
The man still did not move. Trevon was especially patient. He rubbed his chin. "Mmm, you've been trained well. I guess you're your boss's personal bodyguard.
'One last question. Are the children your boss's? That's all my patience. If you say a word wrong, Miss Foster will die with you." Trevon took a knife that flashed in the night from the thug and wiped the blade casually.
At this moment, Trevon seemed to shine with hostility. Even though he was very patient, the injured bodyguard already knew that his patience had worn out. After being Joseph's personal bodyguard for so many years, he knew very well what Trevon's words incant.
The bodyguard thought for a moment and said, "Before answering, I need to ask you a question."
'Go on
"What do you want? I'm a nobody. It doesn't matter even if I die. As for Miss Foster you mentioned, why would I care if I'm already dead?" The bodyguard was also taking a gamble.
Trevon frowned. A dark and unclear emotion was hidden in his eyes. "I want to know her relationship with the Turner family.
"They're related," the bodyguard answered.
"What about her children?"
The bodyguard endured the pain. "You're funny. How can we, as bodyguards, know whose Miss Foster's children are? Do all the bodyguards know the privacy of the person they are protecting so well here in Athana?"
To be able to become Joseph's personal bodyguard, he was not one that was afraid of death. He could more or less guess Trevon's thoughts. If he was right, everyone would be happy. If he wasn't, he would die, but it was nothing to him. Without the Turner family, he would already be dead long ago.
Trevon squatted down and approached the bodyguard. He raised his hand impatiently, stabbed the man's leg, and turned the blade in it ruthlessly. Instantly, blood flowed out. The man only frowned and did not
scream.
As blood poured out. Trevon's eyes were filled with bloodlust. He pulled out the knife fiercely and threw it to the thug. Then, he stood up and smoothed out his clothes.
The thug handed him a wet wipe, and he slowly wiped his hands with it. After wiping his hands clean, he threw the wipe back to the thug, who then stuffed the used wipe into his pocket.
Trevon turned around and looked down at the bodyguard. "When you get out alive, tell your boss that he's welcome to take revenge. I'm Trevon Wilson. I'll be waiting for him anytime" With that, he strode towards the car.
Frank admired this bodyguard a little. He licked the corner of his lips and threw away the cigarette butt. He stepped on it and squatted down. "Kid, I like you. What's your name?"
The bodyguard's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his teeth were chattering from the pain. He pressed his hands on the bleeding wound and gritted his teeth. I like women."
Frank smiled and stood up. He did not force him but said instead, "Do I look like I like men?"
Then, he stood up and praised, "Not bad. I was wondering why I couldn't find out anything about the Turner family. It turns out that all of you are unafraid of death. It seems that your boss has definitely done you a great favor. Interesting"
He turned to the thug at the door and said, "Take him to the hospital to dress up his wound. Don't kill him. I like him."
As he reached where the car was parked. Frank asked. 'Do you plan to become a father today?"
Trevon's face fell, but he did not answer Frank's question. "Let's go boxing"
Frank, who was sharp-tongued, said, "Alright, I'll take it as venting with you. So that you can be a father in peace."
At Lithern boxing gym.
Trevon and Frank both changed into light sportswear and put on their gloves casually,
Jim rushed over and sat below the stage to watch the battle. He even bought peanuts from outside for the show. Everything was ready. He was just waiting for the match to begin.
It had been a long time since he saw Trevon and Frank boxing. That was quite a show. The battle between men had to go. with peanuts.
Before they started, Trevon raised an eyebrow and said provocatively, 'Call me sir if you lose."
Frank said disdainfully, "Dream on. Call me master if you lose."
The two of them stopped talking nonsense and stared at each other, preparing to launch a heavy attack. Trevon was very fierce and waved his fists extremely quickly. Frank was on guard at first, but he did not expect Trevon to be serious. Each punch was more ruthless than the last.
He licked the inside of his cheek that Trevon had just scraped upon. He looked like an enraged leopard as he used all his strength to strike at Trevon.
After exchanging blows for a few rounds, with a sudden bang. Trevon fell back for some reason and landed heavily on the stage.
Seeing this. Jim threw away the peanuts in his hands quickly and jumped onto the arena nimbly, trying to wake Trevon up.
"Mr. Wilson..."
Frank was also a little caught off guard. Trevon actually used his head to block his punch. Fortunately, Frank pulled back immediately, but he still hit him hard. After checking Trevon's injuries, he said decisively, "Take him to the hospital."
Trevon was already completely out cold. Jim carried him to the underground garage. Frank drove away at maximum speed, but traffic was still a little congested. Jim was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Trevon was such a big shot in Athana. Nothing must happen to him.
Frank glanced at the man in the backseat through the rearview mirron He was completely unconscious, which only made Frank even more impatient. Frank couldn't help but honk.