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Chapter_274
The voice on the other end of the phone was frantic and desperate. A miserable shriek echoed through the line. “No! No! Please don’t cut off my finger! No! Ahh!”
Finn Carter’s face twisted in panic as he heard his father’s cry. Veins bulged in his forehead as he roared, shaking with fury. “What did you do to my father? If you lay a finger on him, I’ll destroy your entire family!”
A cold, almost mocking tone came from the other side. “Oh dear, it’s too late for that. Come on, then. Come and destroy my family.”
The voice paused before continuing with chilling calmness. “If I don’t see the money before 12 o’clock in the afternoon today, I’ll feed all ten of your father’s fingers to the dogs.”
Finn’s rage intensified, but the voice’s arrogance only added to the frustration. “Winnie, I’m not done talking to you!” he shouted, before crushing his phone to pieces in his trembling hands.
Nash stood nearby, observing the escalating tension. “Give me your details first. I’ll transfer the money to you immediately.”
Despite the tension, Nash remained composed, his mind already racing with calculations. He felt sympathy for Finn, but at the same time, his actions were a reminder of the world they lived in—a world where loyalty could be bought and people could be forced into impossible choices.
Finn slowly took out his bank card from his pocket, his hands shaking. Nash transferred the 4.7 million over without hesitation. “Sometimes, force is needed to resolve some matters, so don’t hesitate,” he said, his words calm but cutting.
Finn’s expression darkened. “The man who captured my father is from the third branch of the Green Bamboo Association. The president is Winnie Enders, the grandson of the Hoodlum Juggernaut. He has the cultivation of a Stage Nine Great-Grandmaster.”
Nash’s expression flickered slightly at the mention of the Green Bamboo Association. He was no stranger to them. The mention of Winnie Enders and his Stage Nine Great-Grandmaster status piqued Nash’s interest. This was no small organization.
“It seems the Green Bamboo Association has a habit of getting involved when it shouldn’t,” Nash murmured, frowning. “How convenient that they’re all here in Jonford.”
Hera and Yvonne, who had been listening in, exchanged a glance before quietly walking back toward the villa, their whispers filled with speculation.
Nash was already making plans. As Finn went to the bank to complete the transaction, Nash’s phone rang. The name Xeno flashed on the screen, and Nash immediately answered.
“Mr. Nash, the seven Juggernauts of the Green Bamboo Association have all gathered in Jonford,” Xeno’s voice trembled with unease. “The presidents of seven of their branches are also here. They’ve mobilized nearly a thousand martial artists in the Energy Cultivation Realm, and a hundred martial arts grandmasters. That’s enough to wipe out the Skye family’s entire force in Capiton!”
The news hit Nash like a bolt of lightning, but his calm response did not falter. “They came at a great time. Since they’re already here, I’ll make sure they have no chance to return.”
Xeno hesitated, his voice shaking. “I’ll have Mr. Skye send people over!”
“No need,” Nash interrupted smoothly. “I’ve my own way to deal with them.”
Nash’s voice was a steady force of confidence, a stark contrast to Xeno’s panic. Xeno had only just learned how deeply the Green Bamboo Association had entangled itself in Nash’s affairs. But Nash had never been one to back down.
As Nash ended the call, his phone rang again, this time from Walter.
“Mr. Calcraft, do you need help?” Walter asked, his voice laden with concern. “I can call about 20 martial arts grandmasters to join the fight!”
Nash’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Just take care of your grandson. I can handle this myself.”
Walter’s unease was palpable, but Nash’s confidence was not to be shaken. Kai’s hatred for Nash ran deep, and Nash had already given him one last chance. If Kai failed to appreciate it, Nash would no longer offer any leeway.
At the Zells’ residence, Grant sat in the living room, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on a cigarette as he smoked. Sydney sneered as she glanced toward the news.
“This man sure is daring,” she muttered. “But he’s a little too confident. Let’s not get involved in this.”
Grant merely smiled, his expression a mix of bemusement and caution. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. This is the Green Bamboo Association we’re talking about. Their reach is too great.”
Meanwhile, at the Lees’ residence, Joseph and Olivia were sitting in front of a video call with Theo, who looked particularly uneasy.
Theo’s frown deepened as he spoke. “I know Nash is strong, but this… this is on another level. The Green Bamboo Association won’t let him off that easily.”
Joseph and Olivia exchanged glances, both worried for Nash’s safety. Though they trusted his strength, they understood the gravity of the situation at hand.
Nash’s next move would set the stage for everything to come. The Green Bamboo Association had stepped into his world, but Nash had never been one to retreat. The storm that loomed on the horizon was inevitable.