CHAPTER 374: CHAPTER 374: PRESIDENT KANE, SPARE ME!

"Heh... Who’s on your side? President Kane is waiting for you!"

President Kane?

Hawk racked his brain, but couldn’t figure out who this "President Kane" was. Why did he bring his men to Hawk’s territory... waiting for him?

"Hey! Dude, I don’t think I’ve offended your President Kane, you must have mistaken me for someone else."

"No more nonsense, let’s go!"

The man in black pointed a gun at Hawk’s head and took him into the small nightclub.

The small nightclub was eerily quiet, not a single person was there, not even the security guards, as if they had vanished into thin air.

The fear in Hawk’s heart grew infinitely. He was taken to the basement and saw Bao and an underling kneeling on the ground, while another underling clutched his bloody hand in agony, curled up on the floor without daring to make a sound.

Two identical little boys were in the arms of a strikingly handsome man.

The two boys looked like smaller versions of the man’s face.

Leon... Leon Keane?

Hawk was extremely shocked when he saw the man’s face, immediately followed by all-consuming fear—how could the kidnapped be Leon Keane’s two sons?

Jack Quinn... didn’t tell him that the kidnapped boys were Leon Keane’s sons!

Hawk was about to cry; in Ravenswood, there were a lot of people he dared to offend, but Leon Keane was the first he couldn’t afford to cross.

Offending Leon Keane was nothing short of a death wish!

Hawk’s intestines twisted with regret.

"Kneel down."

The man in black commanded.

Hawk’s legs weakened, and he knelt before Leon Keane, raising his hand and slapping himself hard: "President Kane, I’m sorry... I’m sorry... Please be the bigger person and forgive me! I didn’t know the kidnapped were your two young masters."

Leon Keane glanced at Hawk disdainfully.

He spoke gently to Timmy Monroe and Ian Keane: "Follow the uncle to daddy’s car, wait for daddy for a moment, and after daddy hands them over to the police, he’ll take you to mommy."

Timmy Monroe and Ian Keane nodded obediently.

The two children were led out of the small nightclub by the men in black.

"President Kane, President Kane, please forgive me!" Hawk was still desperately pleading.

Leon Keane stood up and kicked Hawk’s chest, sending him flying to the ground with severe pain in his chest, spitting a mouthful of blood.

Leon Keane exuded a menacing aura, striding over to Hawk, giving him no chance to breathe, and stomped mercilessly on Hawk’s fingers.

"Ah~"

Hawk emitted a heart-wrenching scream, his fingers nearly crushed to breaking under Leon Keane’s foot.

"President Kane... have mercy! I beg you... have mercy!"

"Mercy?"

Leon Keane’s thin lips emitted a mocking cold laugh: "When you kidnapped my son and went after my wife, did you not imagine what kind of fate awaited you?"

The pain in his fingers was unbearable, touching him to the core.

Hawk was nearly fainting from the pain: "It wasn’t me, I didn’t know it was President Kane’s wife and young master, ah~"

Hawk cried and screamed, his agonizing wails terrified Bao and the other man kneeling on the floor, who were shaking like leaves.

Leon Keane coldly asked: "Not you? Then who was it?"

Hawk said: "It was..."

He stopped mid-sentence; he adhered strictly to the underworld’s code, not to expose Jack Quinn, and besides, he was also at fault for not inquiring who the kidnapped children belonged to beforehand.

Leon Keane’s dark eyes were like cold arrows aimed at Hawk on the ground, he said chillingly: "Won’t say it, right? I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Leon Keane lifted his foot, and Hawk’s fingers were already deformed from being stomped on.

Hawk looked at his mangled fingers, wracked with agony, but this pain was nothing compared to the suffering he was about to endure.

Bang, bang.

Leon Keane fired two shots, hitting Hawk’s knees.

"Ah~"

Hawk screamed in agony, curled up on the floor, watching as blood gushed profusely from the holes in his knees, tears flowed along with his pervasive fear.

"Shooting you won’t kill you as long as it doesn’t hit a fatal spot, and bleeding out takes time. I’ve plenty of time to play with you slowly."

Bang!

The gun fired again, hitting Hawk’s calf; for Hawk, already in immense pain, this was the coup de grâce.

Bang!

Yet another shot hit Hawk’s other calf. As long as Hawk refused to talk, Leon Keane would continue to shoot, just as he said, he had all the time to toy with Hawk.

Hawk’s legs were about to turn into Swiss cheese!

Even a hardened man like Hawk couldn’t hold on anymore; this torture was worse than being shot dead on the spot, inciting more fear and agony.

"President Kane... I’ll talk..." Hawk’s voice was hoarse from screaming, weak and on the verge of collapse.

Leon Keane stopped.

But for Hawk, the pain on his body did not lessen, yet there’s a human instinct, a will to survive: "It was Jack Quinn... Jack Quinn made me do it, he didn’t tell me... Ivana Monroe was your woman... nor did he tell me... the kidnapped boys were your sons."

Jack Quinn?

Leon Keane’s dark eyes flashed with a violent gleam.

He turned to leave, making Hawk and Bao believe they were going to escape this catastrophe.

But unexpectedly.

Leon Keane suddenly instructed the men in black: "Deal with those three who kidnapped my sons, as for the injured one, let him die from his injuries here."

"Yes, President Kane," the man in black replied respectfully.

"President Kane, mercy!" Bao and others pleaded loudly.

Bang!

Bao’s forehead was hit with a bullet, and the fearful expression was permanently etched on his face as he collapsed to the ground.

The other two were also killed instantly with a shot.

Hawk’s face was filled with pain and fear, tears streaming down, damning Jack Quinn for dooming him—today had become his end.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have helped Jack Quinn with this matter even if it killed him.

~

Blackie’s hand was broken, and Hawk hadn’t brought him to the small nightclub, so Julia Sinclair took Blackie to another hospital, sparing them this disaster.

Blackie lay on a hospital bed in Deer City Hospital, the emergency doctor treated his wound, and Blackie had already slipped into unconsciousness.

Julia Sinclair tried to sneak away but was spotted by a doctor.

"Miss, you can’t leave; you need to pay his hospital bills and stay until he wakes up."

Expect Julia Sinclair to pay?

Julia Sinclair wasn’t willing: "Why can’t I leave? He has nothing to do with me. I brought him to the hospital out of goodwill; do you expect good samaritans to cover someone else’s medical expenses nowadays?"

Good samaritan?

The doctor inwardly scoffed, knowing that normally passersby who see someone with a severed hand wouldn’t personally send them to a hospital out of self-preservation, preferring instead to call the police or dial emergency services.

This woman could bring him to the hospital with a straight face, suggesting she has a close relationship with this man.

Now she doesn’t want to pay a dime, intending to ditch this man at their hospital?

The doctor thought Julia Sinclair was heartless.