Chapter 193: I killed the wrong person, but I didn't let him go

Ravel Morrison was tied to a thick reinforced concrete pillar with his head lowered to his chest. Blood flowed from his mouth and dripped down his jaw, staining the clothes on his chest and the thick rope tied to his chest red.

The wound from the broken tooth in my mouth no longer hurts, but the bleeding has not stopped yet.

He stared blankly at the concrete floor beneath his feet. He was frightened by this sudden change.

At the same time, he also began to doubt his past!

He was born into a broken family. His parents didn't have a normal job and they separated after he was born.

My mother left with another man and lived on the other side of Manchester, where her situation was better. Occasionally, when I thought of him, I would come to see him, but every time we parted on bad terms.

His father was even more outrageous. He left him to be taken care of by his grandparents and he hardly ever saw anyone.

Even if you saw it, it must be a quarrel.

His grandparents were old and couldn't take care of him. Gradually, he became like those kids living in the poor areas of Manchester, dropping out of school, fighting, intimidating, blackmailing...

He joined Manchester's largest underground gang, The Company.

Because of this, he caused a lot of trouble and even faced charges in court.

If he hadn't been a minor, he would have been in jail now.

In the past, he thought that everything he did was normal, as if life should be lived like this, with vigor and enthusiasm, daring to do anything, and without any scruples. He thought it was no big deal, isn't everyone like this?

So, no matter what his grandparents or the Manchester United coaches said, he wouldn't listen.

But since I came to Southampton, from the northwest of England to the southernmost tip, I came to this strange city.

He began to discover that the world was not like this.

People who live here like to plant trees, grow flowers, drive and ride yachts to enjoy life.

In the past, he thought he was very violent and would lose his temper at any time and could not control himself.

But when he came to Southampton, this strange city, he had to control his temper.

At first it was difficult for him to fit in, but gradually, the staff of Southampton Club kept helping him, and the landlord who rented him a house was also very friendly to him, treating him like his own child.

Master Huan was extremely kind to him. He gave him a Porsche Cayenne and also promised that if he performed well, he would give him a house as a signing fee when he renewed his contract. This was much more righteous and generous than the previous boss.

Gradually, he began to like strolling in this city of flowers and trees in the gentle breeze and drizzle.

He likes the life here, peaceful, quiet and worry-free.

The only thing he needs to worry about is how to play well and how to help the team win the game.

He even considered bringing his grandparents over after the season ends.

Because he already has enough money to buy a house here.

But all of this was completely broken with the appearance of Scarface Claire.

It turned out that the company's owner, Terry Adams, lost a lot of money in several games at Southampton.

So this time, in order to win back the money with interest, they wanted to let Ravel Morrison be the insider, contact some Southampton players, stage a match-fixing, and promised to give them a huge seven-figure reward.

But Ravel Morrison shook his head and said he couldn't do it.

The opponent in this game is Manchester United.

He knows exactly how much this group of Southampton teammates hate Manchester United. How could anyone possibly fix a match and let Manchester United win the championship?

And judging from the boss's tone, it seems like we're going to lose miserably.

Just because he refused, he was severely beaten.

This is the boss’ style. He treats you as a brother when nothing is wrong, but once something goes wrong, he will kill you without hesitation!

Now, tied here, he didn't know what would happen to him next.

But there was a voice in his mind that kept asking himself.

Why is this happening?

Did I really do something wrong in the past?

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"Flea, tell me, when the boss takes that woman away, will he be unable to control himself on the way and just…"

In a partitioned room, Scarface Claire asked the little flea Winter who was sitting opposite her with a very obscene smile.

"Who knows?" The little flea also laughed.

We are all men, so we can understand such things.

Sometimes when I'm desperate, I'll just pick up my gun and rush in no matter where you are.

"That woman is really beautiful. She has an amazing figure and is pretty. I can't help but want to have sex with her."

"Isn't it?" Scarface Claire shook his head and said, "If the boss hadn't come in person and urged me to hurry, I would have really wanted to take her to a deserted place and have some fun with her before sending her here."

"You dare?" Winter, the little flea, threatened with a smile, "If you do that, the boss will definitely kill you!"

"I'm just saying that, but to be honest, that girl is really top-notch. Compared to her, those Page 3 girls of the Sun are just mediocre."

Winter nodded and said, "Of course, you are a popular anchor of BBC TV. What do you think?"

"Hey, what do you think? If we do a great job, will the boss be happy and give her to us brothers so that we can have a good time?"

Winter's eyes immediately revealed lust, but he laughed, "You wish!"

Once this man mentions women, especially beautiful women, he can't help but talk about the topic.

After chatting for a while, we paused as we felt we still didn't have enough.

"Hey, why is there no sound?" Scarface Claire looked a little surprised.

Winter was used to it. "It's noon. Maybe these bastards have gone to eat."

"Will that be a problem? What if they call the police and they come to our house?"

"Not so fast. I know the police in Southampton. They won't show up within 24 hours."

Winter is very confident about this, after all, he has been in Southampton for a long time.

"Besides, this is a slum area. I have a lot of eyes and ears around me. As long as the police show up, I'll be notified immediately. Don't worry, it's okay!"

Claire felt relieved after hearing this.

After all, Southampton is not a big city like Manchester and London.

"But seriously, Claire, you were really cruel to your subordinate."

Claire smiled coldly, "The boss is watching, how can I not be ruthless?"

When he said this, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"Besides, that brat has been disobedient since he moved south. I called him several times before, but he didn't answer. He simply doesn't take me seriously. If I don't teach him a lesson, how can I control the other brothers in the future?"

When Winter heard this, he realized that this was indeed the case.

When being a boss, the most important thing is to establish prestige.

I turned my wrist and looked at my watch. It was already twelve o'clock noon.

"These bastards, it's already noon and they haven't delivered lunch yet!" Winter stood up from his seat.

"I'll go out and urge them."

"Yeah." Claire didn't get up.

But who knew that when Winter came to the door and was about to reach out to open it, he heard a loud bang.

The entire door just flew in out of nowhere and hit him hard, pinning him to the ground and causing him to scream.

Claire was startled and immediately jumped up from her seat, looking out the door in disbelief.

Someone!

His first reaction was to reach for the gun at his waist, but as soon as he touched the gun, he felt a piercing pain in the palm of his right hand. He lowered his head and found that his palm had been pierced through by a small fruit knife, like the one used to peel an apple.

"Ah~ my hand, my hand!" Claire raised her right hand and shouted loudly.

At this time, blood began to flow out from the wound, flowing down the palm of the hand towards the wrist, more and more.

Looking again, Winter, who was pinned to the ground by the door, had fainted.

"Who are you? Do you know where this is?" Claire shouted loudly, holding back the pain.

At this time, his only reliance was to use his background to scare the other party.

There were four people standing outside the door. The one in the middle looked very young, about twenty years old, and a little childish.

"Fifth brother, it's him!" Long Erliu made his judgement after taking a glance at Claire's shoes.

Long Wu raised his finger at Claire, motioning him to come over.

Claire looked out the door and saw several people lying in a mess outside.

It was obvious that all the men guarding outside the door had been killed.

Moreover, there was not even a sound or movement.

Who are these people?

"I called you over!" Long Wu said again in a deep voice.

Claire felt so limp when he stared at her with those knife-like eyes that she walked out immediately.

As soon as he stepped outside, he despaired.

All of the men were lying on the ground in a mess, some of them had their arms and legs twisted beyond recognition, but they did not make any sound, and all of them were unconscious.

It can be seen how ruthless and clean this group of people are in their actions.

This doesn't seem like the skills an ordinary bodyguard should have, it's more like the legendary special forces.

"You... who... are you?" Claire looked at the four Orientals with fear and trepidation, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Long Wu didn't answer, but took a step forward and suddenly kicked out, hitting Claire directly in the chest, sending him flying backwards, through the door, and hitting the wall at the back of the room heavily, like a puddle of mud, sliding down the wall and onto the ground.

"Damn it, they even dare to touch our people!" What Long Wu disliked most were these kinds of people who overestimated their own abilities.

"Twenty-six."

"Fifth brother." Long Erliu immediately came closer.

The Dragon Group is called by code names and ranked by martial arts strength, with the one at the front being the boss.

So, although Long Wu is younger, he still won the respectful title of Fifth Brother.

"Go wake him up and wait for Master Huan to come for interrogation."

Long Erliu flashed and came to Claire's side.

Long Wu took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Master Huan, everything is done. You can come up now."

Outside the slums, Yang Huan greeted as soon as he hung up the phone.

"Everything up there is done, let's go in!"

"Done?" Terry Matthews was a little dumbfounded. Wasn't this too fast?

Looking at the police chief again, the latter also had a look of disbelief on his face.

But as we walked a little further and entered the slums, we saw people being knocked unconscious on the roadside one after another.

And judging from the scars, most of them were broken hands and feet, but there were no fatal injuries.

The strike hit the target cleanly and neatly, without any delay.

This shocked both Terry Matthews and the police chief.

Who are these bodyguards around Young Master Huan?

The means are so powerful!

"Cuff them all and take them back for strict interrogation!"

Terry Matthews waved his hand, signaling everyone in the police station to get to work quickly.

They are not here to watch the fun, they should at least show some appreciation to Young Master Huan, right?

Besides, none of these people are good. We should catch them first and convict them if they are guilty. If they are not guilty, we should find a way to convict them.

In a nutshell, if we kill someone by mistake, we will not let them go!

The people in the slums had never seen such a scene before; they were all stunned in amazement.

"Why are the people in the police station suddenly so manly today?"

"Yes, in the past, patrols would never dare to enter this area, but today they dared to come in and arrest people?"

"Who is that Oriental guy walking in front? He seems to be the one leading the team!"

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember it right away."

"I know, the new owner of Southampton."

"Why did he bring the police to arrest people?"

The people in the slums were noisy and talking a lot.

But generally speaking, they often suffer from the troubles of these thugs, so it is a good thing that they are all caught.

So the overall evaluation is very good.

This also made these policemen, who were usually questioned by residents, raise their heads, puff out their chests, and shrink their stomachs, letting out a lot of resentment in their hearts.

At least at this moment, they felt like policemen!