Chapter 89
Skadi struggled violently, her fists landing against Crow’s chest with all her might. He let out a low, amused laugh. “Keep fighting. The more you struggle, the more it excites me…”
With a cruel grin, he threw her onto the bed, quickly pouncing on her. Skadi kicked out with all her strength, but Crow managed to grab her ankle, his grip firm and unyielding. The touch of her soft, smooth skin only seemed to fuel his excitement further.
Just as he was about to press forward, urgent knocking echoed from the door.
Crow’s expression soured. He turned toward the sound, his patience wearing thin. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
A tattooed underling hurried into the room, clearly anxious. “B-Boss… Salvatore and his men have surrounded Causeway Bay…”
Crow’s brows furrowed in irritation. “How many are there?”
“Maybe… over a hundred!” the underling stammered.
Crow cursed under his breath. “Has that idiot Salvatore lost his mind?” He released his grip on Skadi’s ankle, frustration flashing in his eyes as he turned away. “Tell the men to gather their weapons. We’re going to handle this.”
Jonford was home to five elite business tycoons and four major underground forces, but five years ago, there had only been three. Then, Salvatore Smith—a man who had gathered a rough crew from the mountains and established a freight company—changed everything.
In just five years, Salvatore’s company had come to dominate the freight market in Jonford. While the other forces could have crushed him easily, they saw no reason to, as Salvatore had made it clear he was content to stick to his business and had paid off his debts over the years.
However, today Salvatore had made a bold move, challenging the Green Bamboo Association. Crow was keen to find out who had given Salvatore the courage to do so.
Outside, Causeway Bay was filling with tension. Over a hundred members of the Green Bamboo Association had gathered, each carrying a baseball bat, a golf club, or a fitness strengthener. In a city with strict regulations on weapons, these made-do tools were the best they could bring.
From the shadows at the end of the street, Salvatore and his men emerged, their numbers overwhelming. The sheer force of their presence made even the most hardened members of the Green Bamboo Association uneasy. Such a scene—clashing underground forces on the streets—was rare in a time of relative peace.
Crow stood in the middle of the gathering, cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze one of cold disdain. He knew the Green Bamboo Association’s power was not something Salvatore could challenge. Even the other major forces in Jonford wouldn’t risk angering them, especially with 18 branches nationwide.
On the side of the road, a purple Koenigsegg, parked without a license plate, caught the eye. The car was dark inside, but from within, everything on the street was clearly visible.
“Mr. Skye,” a burly man in his thirties spoke quietly from the driver’s seat, “the Green Bamboo Association has firearms, and Salvatore’s men are poorly equipped. Should I call in reinforcements?”
The man, Xeno Hun, was the second-in-command of the Dragon Tiger Gate, one of Jonford’s four major underground forces.
Theo, who had been silent until now, nodded slightly. “Yes. We need to eradicate the Green Bamboo Association tonight.”
Xeno immediately reached for his phone to make the call, but before he could dial, Nash spoke up from the back seat. “No need. Our goal is to rescue the people, not to fight.”
Xeno glanced at Theo through the rearview mirror, clearly unsure.
Theo turned to Nash with a knowing smile. “Nashy, from now on, you’re in charge. Even when I’m not in Jonford, you’ll be giving the orders.”
Xeno’s expression shifted from hesitation to understanding. “Understood, Mr. Skye.”
Theo’s smile widened. “Good. Now, let’s focus on the task at hand.”