CHAPTER 394: CHAPTER 394: JUST WANTED TO WATCH CONRAD GET BEATEN UP

"See that? With these two hands, I’ve touched every inch of your woman!"

Scrapper deliberately waved his chicken-like hands in front of Conrad Sterling.

Anna couldn’t bear it: "Can you stop talking nonsense?"

If any hand dares touch me, I’ll chop it off and make it into braised chicken claws for you.

"Men are talking, you think a woman can butt in?"

"You asshole! You spread lies about me, can’t I speak?"

...

Anna and Scrapper started arguing, hurling insults at each other.

But this couldn’t distract Scrapper; his hand was steady, knife still poised at Anna’s neck. In a fit of anger over losing the argument, he pushed a bit harder, leaving a thin slash on her flawless, pale neck.

"If you don’t want to die, shut up, you damn hag!"

"What’s it gonna be, Sterling Lord? If you want to save these two women, drop your weapons and toss them over! Given our near-gang brotherly past, let’s sit down and talk!"

Upon hearing this, Conrad Sterling’s expression grew murderous.

Finally, after looking at Anna, he dropped the blood-stained knife in his hand, kicking it over towards Scrapper.

Almost slicing off his toes, but luckily, Scrapper jumped aside quickly.

But did you really think Rooster would sit and negotiate peacefully?

These people are like rats from a stinking sewer. Hoping for them to keep their word is as likely as pigs climbing trees.

Sure enough, once he saw Conrad Sterling really drop his weapon, Scrapper laughed heartily twice: "Guys, beat him up for me!"

But even without weapons, President Sterling’s combat strength was not hindered.

When Scrapper saw his own men bullying the few then still getting wrecked, he furiously scratched another bloody mark on Anna’s neck: "President Sterling, I’m watching here! If my brothers get hurt anywhere, I guarantee I’ll repay the wound on your woman!"

With this, Conrad Sterling couldn’t act rashly.

Scrapper meant for Conrad Sterling to be beaten one-sidedly, without resisting.

Such unreasonable conditions, if you’re not a fool, you wouldn’t agree.

But unexpectedly, President Sterling, king of avoiding losses, really didn’t retaliate.

At first, the lackeys were afraid of him and hesitated to directly strike him.

So they tentatively picked up a brick from the ground and leapt up, slamming it onto Conrad Sterling’s forehead.

He made no reaction!

Blood trickled down from his hairline, flowing along the handsome yet rugged contours of his face.

Once confirming Conrad Sterling truly wouldn’t fight back, the crowd then launched into bold attacks!

"Yeah! Hit him hard! Sterling Lord is worth quite a penny now, treat him well, brothers!"

Scrapper fueled the fire from the side, watching intently.

Though he bore no deep grudge against Conrad Sterling, he couldn’t stand the sight of him dressed to the nines, looking so much like a respectable person.

Why the hell is that?!!

Years ago, we nearly ended up under the same boss, essentially starting from the same line. But now, in just a few years? Including Scrapper’s former boss, they all looked up to Conrad Sterling, respectfully calling him Sterling Lord.

But Rooster refused to yield!

Ultimately, Scrapper couldn’t stomach Conrad Sterling’s high-and-mighty, naturally superior attitude.

"Hey! Stop gawking! If you don’t know Conrad Sterling’s current standing in Aethelgard, I can enlighten you. Even the four major families must respect him," Anna kindly reminded Scrapper. "Even your brother Ethan is nothing but a lackey to Conrad Sterling. Do you really believe he came alone?"

"If I were you, I’d seize the chance to hold me hostage and escape, lest the tides turn and you become the fish in the trap!"

Anna’s reminder successfully snapped Scrapper out of it.

Yeah, this isn’t the time for petty revenge; he’s got an important meeting with big shots to discuss.

If the partnership with Europe and America’s underground bigwigs succeeded, Rooster would be set to go international.

Maybe he’d get the chance to turn legit, tie a tie, and wear custom suits like President Sterling someday.

However, right as Scrapper took advantage of Conrad Sterling being surrounded, trying to shift and move Anna with him.

He didn’t expect, just upon reaching the cargo truck’s door, to see another batch of rescuers arriving.

Finn Grant noticed Anna’s absence at the same time as Conrad Sterling; both set out from Aethelgard simultaneously to pursue, naturally their arrival wouldn’t differ much.

Actually, Finn Grant tracked Anna’s location just a bit later than Conrad Sterling.

And this slight delay didn’t reflect a difference in intelligence or speed; Finn Grant himself didn’t admit to it, he simply spent that time gathering reinforcements.

After all, snatching someone from Scrapper’s clutches required preparation on how to deal with his underlings, right?

What? You ask why Finn Grant, having brought twice the number of Scrapper’s men, still didn’t act?

No reason, he just wanted to watch Conrad Sterling get beat up.

The highest form of contempt for show-offs--in hating Conrad Sterling, Finn Grant surprisingly agreed with Scrapper.

Seeing Conrad Sterling so beaten up in the compartment, Anna surely felt let down.

Right as Anna was about to be seized by Scrapper in her most desperate moment, Finn Grant made his shining entrance, stepping one foot on the hood of an SUV as if riding a rainbow cloud. Not meant to be her destined hero? Violet Fairy would be the first to disagree.

But Anna didn’t look at Finn Grant with a hopeful, enamored look of seeing light amidst despair as he imagined.

He originally made a surprising move to snatch the knife Scrapper held against Anna’s neck.

But hesitated for a second upon seeing a strange look on her face.

If Finn Grant was correct, Anna not only didn’t feel grateful for his dazzling heroics.

Instead, she stared at him with an expression of ’you’re screwing up my plan’.

This left Finn Grant utterly confused: "..."

The scene plunged into chaos!

Say what you want, even though Scrapper lacked integrity, his men still valued street ethics.

In underworld brawls, they fought tooth and nail as blood and sweat flew!

Conrad Sterling had long retaliated; he and Finn Grant were trapped in the center of the crowd, each wielding a watermelon knife, rolling up obstructive shirt sleeves. Such domineering transforms into bare-chested melon-cutting, a rare spectacle indeed.

Actually, Conrad Sterling and Finn Grant weren’t without faster solutions.

These were mere thugs, and with one of the four main families and Sterling Group’s power, they were but a small fry.

Even Finn Grant brought reinforcements, but kept them unused.

Because he saw through Conrad Sterling’s scheme.

This damn Sterling wasn’t just a show-off king; he even stooped to using a ’beat-and-rescue’ strategy.

Thankfully, he was smart, spotting it early! Isn’t it just a hero-saving-beauty act, complete with honorable wounding?

Who wouldn’t know that?

In the chaos, Anna protected Riley Osborne, quietly watching the two perform.

Initially, she advised Scrapper to hold her hostage merely to buy Riley some time for timely treatment.

She didn’t expect Finn Grant to mess it up, leading to a chaotic scene like this, seeing Riley’s worsening blood loss, she knew quick resolution was essential.

Anna saw Scrapper sneaking over to her amid the chaos, seemingly determined to grab her as an important bargaining chip despite Finn Grant and Conrad Sterling shielding her.

She gave a sidelong glance, pulled out a cold object from her lower back, pointed the black muzzle at Scrapper.

Bang—

Bang—

Two shots!

The gunshots amplified within the semi-closed compartment, triggering silence in response to the enraged shouting!

Even President Sterling and Young Master Grant in the crowd followed the origin of the sound with their gaze on Anna.

No doubt, it was Anna who fired the shots!

Previously, Scrapper claimed his gun vanished, accusing Riley of stealing it.

Only to not know Anna had hidden it all along, when she picked up the lighter!