The Established Siblings of the Pack

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Chapter 508 Do It!

Wyatt's heartbeat accelerated the moment he heard Clive mention such a big amount of money.

Even the more than 20 thugs behind him were so excited that their faces had turned red.

They were now waving their fists, ready to strike the instant Wyatt gave the green light.

Meanwhile, Wyatt gulped, and his eyes turned slightly red.

Taking a step forward, he said to Kenny, "You know how money comes first and reputation comes

second for people like us, Advisor Shane. Now that Young Master Clive has put a huge bounty on your

heads, I can't possibly give out the money that is already in my hands, can I?"

"Wyatt Beckham, you'd better not dig your own grave!" Kenny warned with a cold expression. "I'm

telling you, Boss Nicholson is not someone you can afford to offend."

"Ha! Someone I can't afford to offend, eh?" Wyatt snickered. "There's no need to try and scare me,

Advisor Shane. I have been in the underworld for a long time, and I have never heard of someone

called Boss Nicholson. I also heard about what happened between you and Boss Jarett. Without him to

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back you up, your underlings will all run away after I get rid of you. There is no telling who is the one

who can't afford to offend the other person."

A cruel glint flashed in Kenny's eyes when he heard Wyatt's words.

He then turned around and asked Kingsley, "What do you think, Boss Nicholson? Should we make a

move on them?"

Before Kingsley could speak, Clive guffawed and mocked, "What's this? You actually dare to fight us

when there are only five or six of you trash?!"

With a contemptuous expression, Wyatt chimed in, "Young Master Clive is right. Advisor Shane, I

suggest you forget about struggling futilely. We have more than 20 of us here. It will be easy for us to

handle the five or six of you. You can at least save yourself from embarrassment if you just be good

and surrender. Don't you agree, Advisor Shane?"

Everyone around took two steps back when they saw this. They were scared that they would be

involved if these mobsters ended up fighting.

On the other hand, the female students had fallen into despair.

They were now tightly huddled together while they sobbed and wailed.

Hearing their miserable cries, the crowd sighed. "Poor girls. They happily came out to have fun, only to

experience something like this. Their parents would be devastated if they knew."

"There is nothing we can do about it. It's their fault for coming to this kind of place despite their young

age. Young Master Clive is obviously a man of influence and wealth. Those who have both are the

ones in power. These girls will have to submit to their fate."

"And that young man called Nicholson sure is pitiful. He is going to either end up dead or crippled after

Wyatt is done with him."

Upon hearing the sighs from around him, Clive put his hands on his waist and boasted, "The world is a

place where the strong prey on the weak. I can play with these powerless chicks however I want! I can

throw so much money it can kill anyone who dares go against me."

While speaking, he took out a wad of bills and hurled it on the girls' faces.

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"You see this? I have plenty of money! Even if my father lost his influence in the family, I have enough

money to play with you until you are dead!"

Everyone around unknowingly frowned when they saw how crazed he was.

Despite that, no one dared to stand up to him.

They didn't have the courage to provoke Wyatt, who was from the underworld, and neither did they

dare to offend the rich and powerful Clive.

"Haha!" Clive cackled with his head held high. "Being sent to Cleapolis has its advantages, huh? This

small town is filled with wimps! This is my world now!"

As he spoke, he walked up to Kingsley with big strides, gave him the middle finger, and then forcefully

poked Kingsley's shoulder with that finger.

"Hey, punk! You f*cking kicked me, eh? I'll have that leg of yours removed later. I'll make sure you wish

you were dead!"

On the other hand, Kingsley pushed Clive's finger away. His eyes were utterly emotionless when he

instructed, "Do it!"

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