CHAPTER 727: CHAPTER 727: SO IT WAS YOU

"Damn it! Chase him out!" Mr. Shepherd was furious.

The subordinate hesitated. After all, before boarding the yacht, they received instructions not to show up in front of people in the banquet hall unless absolutely necessary.

The man saw the subordinate hesitating and became even angrier: "Didn’t you hear what I said? Chase him, and when you catch him, throw him into the sea!"

Everyone left in the lounge rushed out, leaving only Mr. Shepherd, kicking the table furiously.

He thought the plan was foolproof, but now upon recalling the events, he realized he had underestimated Jasper Sinclair.

Before today, he didn’t have much information about Jasper Sinclair, assuming he was just a wealthy young master commanding others from his office. What he just did was truly unexpected.

In the blink of an eye, Jasper Sinclair had already run to the main banquet hall.

Although it was three in the morning, there were still quite a few young men and women in the banquet hall, fighting off sleepiness to keep chatting.

A group of armed men quickly shattered the lively atmosphere.

Some timid girls started to scream.

"Robbers!"

"What’s going on? Ah—"

"They have guns."

Fragmented discussions rose from the crowd, and in their fear, some people realized that the target of the criminals wasn’t them.

So, everyone began to move aside tactfully.

Mr. Shepherd’s men couldn’t find Jasper Sinclair’s figure and would certainly not give up easily, quickly starting to split up and take action.

Jasper Sinclair moved out of sight of the crowd and headed for the captain’s direction first.

He needed the yacht to stop moving forward and return to Corinthia Pier as soon as possible.

Upon breaking in, he was surprised by what he saw.

Austin Stewart was holding a fruit knife against the captain’s back, threatening him to dock.

Seeing someone arrive, he curled his lips and said indifferently: "The Sinclair Family owes me a favor."

"Thank you."

Jasper Sinclair left those two words and withdrew.

The urgent task was to find out where this group’s accomplices were hiding.

Jasper Sinclair could roughly guess that it would be his dear brother.

Looking throughout Stanton City, only Jenson Sinclair could cause him trouble so effortlessly.

He searched room by room, and after finishing the first floor, he suddenly realized his mistake.

Then, he directly headed to the top level of the yacht, and sure enough, found Jenson Sinclair enjoying wine in the control room.

His face was dark, "Jenson Sinclair, your guts are getting bigger!"

The man addressed showed no sign of nervousness; instead, he smiled continuously while looking at him.

Only one thought crossed Jasper Sinclair’s mind, absolutely disgusting!

"Dear cousin, your speed is faster than I imagined."

Jenson Sinclair naturally knew that the bunch of thugs couldn’t stop Jasper Sinclair, only serving as a delay.

"Let me shoot a bullet and see if its speed is faster."

In a flash, the muzzle of Jasper Sinclair’s gun was pressed against his forehead.

At this, Jenson Sinclair smiled instead of getting angry, saying, "You won’t dare to shoot."

"Let’s see if I dare or not."

Jasper Sinclair pulled the trigger, his profound eyes showing he was not joking.

Even if Nora Northwood were there, she would definitely think he might lose control and shoot.

Jenson Sinclair called out calmly, "Bring him out."

Then, Rhys Linden emerged from behind the door, his shoulders firmly held by two men dressed in bodyguard uniforms.