A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 599 - 599

"Snap!"

Draven Hayes slapped the armrest of the sofa.

He shouted angrily, "What the hell do you think you are? Acting all high and mighty in front of me, you're just an executive deputy mayor of a county-level city, not even in Serenity State, coming to my house to provoke me. You must have a death wish. Afu, give him a slap!"

With a command.

The middle-aged man walked up to Arlo Yarbrough.

Raised his hand.

Before he could strike.

Arlo Yarbrough grabbed his wrist and gently twisted it. With a crunching sound.

Afu's smug expression froze on his face.

Then.

He clutched his wrist with his left hand and cried out in agony.

"It's broken, my hand is broken, my hand is broken..."

Arlo Yarbrough patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay, you can reattach it, but you need to go to the hospital quickly. If you delay, this hand might be crippled."

Afu turned pale with fear.

Without waiting for Draven Hayes' approval, he ran out quickly.

"Lawless, absolutely lawless, coming to my territory to hurt people. Do you think there's no one around me? Everyone outside, come in!"

A loud shout.

The bodyguards originally standing guard in the yard.

Rushed in all at once.

Instantly surrounding Dirk Carter and his group.

There were quite a few people on his side.

Draven Hayes naturally gained confidence.

Reclining on the sofa, he said, "Dirk Carter, if you don't settle this account with me today, neither of you will be able to leave this place."

"How do you want to settle it?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Draven Hayes arrogantly said, "My man is hurt, not much, give me a hundred thousand, plus another hundred thousand for your disrespect to me, a total of two hundred thousand. If you don't pay, you won't be able to walk out."

Thought Dirk Carter would be intimidated.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't.

He raised his head, looking icily at Draven Hayes, asking, "If I hurt you, how much will the compensation be?"

"Heh, hurt me? Can you even hurt me?"

Draven Hayes replied.

Dirk Carter slowly stood up, saying, "Why don't we try?"

"What are you all hesitating for? Go on!"

Draven Hayes shouted to his subordinates.

The group of subordinates saw this, was about to rush forward, but at this moment, several screams echoed from the door.

Then, a large group of people rushed in.

This turn of events was clearly beyond Draven Hayes' initial expectations.

The people who burst in looked fierce, all with tattoos on their arms, each holding a rolled newspaper, which obviously had something wrapped inside.

Also, when it came to numbers, they far outnumbered Draven Hayes' side.

The advantage he had just established.

Vanished in an instant.

Draven Hayes did not panic.

Sat down again, resting a hand on Dorothy Zechariah's shoulder, saying, "Seems Executive Carter's preparations are quite thorough. Look at these guys, they're all streetwise. A dignified civil servant mingling with these street thugs, if word gets out, how do you think Executive Carter will be dealt with?"

While saying this.

He intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the surveillance camera on the living room ceiling.

Seemingly hinting to Dirk Carter, if you make a move, these videos will be released, and you'll surely regret it.

Honestly.

He didn't think Dirk Carter would take action, the current scene was just bluffing.

He had some confidence in this.

Dirk Carter gave a cold laugh.

Glancing at his group of bodyguards.

Asked in a deep voice, "I'll give you two minutes, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. Those who stay, I'll consider you as siding with him, and I won't be polite."

"Who are you scaring? Stop pretending, if you dare make a move, I'll deal with you!"

Draven Hayes snorted coldly.

Then.

He shouted to his bodyguards, "Stand your ground, he won't dare touch you, just stand well, I'll reward each of you ten thousand bucks."

The lure of money was powerful.

With such encouragement.

None of the twenty bodyguards budged an inch.

Their gaze toward Dirk Carter showed even more disdain.

"Two minutes are up."

Arlo Yarbrough reminded, watching the clock.

Dirk Carter nodded.

Sat down.

Took out a cigarette and lit it.

Taking a drag, he said lightly, "Take out the gear!"

In unison.

Cosimo Griffin's people pulled out shiny blades from the newspapers, looking rather intimidating.

At this moment, Draven Hayes still remained the same, believing Dirk Carter wouldn't dare take action, shouting at his subordinates, "Stand firm, I want to see how they'll use the blades."

At this time.

Arlo Yarbrough had already walked to the living room's door.

Closed the two doors.

With the doors closed as a signal.

Dirk Carter discarded the cigarette in his hand, took a blade from a thug, and walked straight to Draven Hayes.

Draven Hayes had some guts.

Directly extended his arm, gestured, and said, "Come on, chop right here, if you don't, you're a wimp."

Just as the word "wimp" left his mouth.

Dirk Carter swung the blade at his arm.

Slit sound.

A cut opened up on the arm.

Blood gushed out.

At that moment, he didn't feel pain, just shock, completely not expecting Dirk Carter to actually dare make a move.

There were many things he didn't expect.

After this slash.

The ones behind also acted.

Slashed at the bodyguards.

Poor bodyguards, firmly believing that no one would dare make a move, realizing only when the blades rained down, they should scatter in panic, but alas, the door was locked, where could they run?

The living room was instantly filled with screams, blood flowed like a river.

Some were slashed on the head, some on the back, others on the butt...

In a blink, everyone was on the floor, blood continuously oozing from each one.

Before setting off.

As a doctor, Arlo Yarbrough gave everyone a lesson.

Taught them where to slash, how to control the force to scare but not kill, so despite the bloody scene, it guaranteed no fatalities.

Draven Hayes was dumbfounded.

He never thought Dirk Carter would actually dare act.

Looking at his bleeding arm, let out a cry, shouting, "Murder! Murder..."

He wanted to flee.

But Dirk Carter kicked him in the butt.

With a clattering sound, he fell face down.

Trying to get up.

Dirk Carter stepped on his back.

Bent down, asked, "Did you hit her?"

"Bastard, you're dead, you're dead Dirk Carter, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..."

Evidently, at this point, Draven Hayes still wasn't scared.

Without saying a word, Dirk Carter swung the blade, slashed his back again.

Intense pain spread.

Dirk Carter continued to ask, "Answer my question, did you hit her?"