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The God of War Chapter 113
More than a dozen tattooed men were taken aback by Jorge! While they were fleeing in panic, they did
not forget to take the burly man’s corpse with them. They drove three off-road jeeps and swooshed
away. “Alright, you can open your eyes now.”
Jorge took Roselyn’s hand again and smiled at Liana and the others. “Next, I will put the security of the
headquarters in charge of the security work here. You guys will be rewarded with a hundred thousand
for protecting the factory.”
Liana and the eight security guards struggled to get up from the ground. The pain in their bodies
seemed to disappear. They bowed to Jorge with gratitude on their faces.
Jorge didn’t hold them responsible for the incident but offered such a generous reward.
They swore to be loyal to such a thoughtful boss in heart.
They would devote their lives to the New-Easton Group!
“If something like this happens again, call me immediately.”
Jorge held Roselyn’s hand and they walked slowly to the Porsche in the distance. In the car, he gave a
reassuring smile. “Remember that as your husband, I will always have your back!”
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Roselyn blushed when she looked at his angular side face. She
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Jorge stepped on the gas with a smile.
“I’ll send you home, so you can have a rest and spend more time with your parents.”
“As for me, I’ve got something to handle and I will be back soon!”
…
Three hours later, in Cloud City.
In a luxurious suite on the top floor of Ritzy Casino, Fred smashed a bottle of expensive red wine to the
ground.
Fred was boiling with rage because Jorge snapped the neck of Fred’s most trusted subordinate. A
team of over twenty capable men could not even defeat Jorge. That was weird and humiliating to Fred.
“Jorge is digging his own grave by killing my men!”
Fred punched the tea table into pieces. He turned to look at a bald, strong man beside him and
gnashed his teeth. “Bring all the guys and weapons. We’re heading to Ocean City to wipe out the entire
Easton family!”
But the bald man hesitated for a moment and whispered, “Mr. Cullen, Jorge is a martial arts expert. Are
we…”
Fred narrowed his eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashing through them. “Good! Jorge knows martial arts
and he will die admiring my skills. Machete, call Zack and John over immediately!”
The bald man named “Machete” beamed with joy.
Zack and John were the expensive martial arts experts who Fred had hired from abroad. Normally,
they, as the backbone of Fred’s gang, stayed in seclusion to practice martial arts. Every time they
carried out a task, Fred would have to pay an extra one hundred million. With unquestionable capacity,
Zack and John always won despite a huge disparity in headcounts. “Fred.”
In less than half an hour, a fair-haired young man in a martial arts suit and a thin man with a long sword
hanging from his waist walked into the suite side by side.
They sat opposite Fred. Not fluent in Mandarin, the thin man said with a poker face, “Don’t forget our
agreement. 100 million for every mission!”
Fred nodded and there was a hint of madness and cruelty in his eyes.
100 million was nothing to Fred.
As long as Zack and John could take out the Easton family and Jorge, the whole New-Easton Group
would end up in Fred’s hands. By then, he could lavish as much money as he wanted, not to mention
100 million. “You need to finish your job in Ocean City quickly this time. Take out the Easton family and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJorge first and then Davon.”
Fred narrowed his eyes, with a murderous look on his face. “Davon and Jorge have a good
relationship. Ocean City will be our territory when the Malone family vanishes from this planet.”
The fair-haired youth was John and the thin man Zack. They got up from the sofa at the same time and
followed Fred. They were ready to set off.
Right at this point…
“Mr. Cullen!”
Not far away, the wooden door of the luxury suite was pushed open. A man scurried in in a panic and
shouted, “Someone from Ocean City!”
“What?”
Fred looked displeased and snorted. “What are you panicking for? Keep your feet! Who are they? How
many people are there? Tell me!”
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted. “Just … just one. Jorge from Ocean City.”
“Jorge?” Fred frowned and then relaxed. A wicked smile touched his lips.
“Alright, I’m going to find him, but now he comes to my door.
“Let’s make his trip worthwhile. This is my place. He can’t leave here alive, no matter how great a
fighter he is!
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