novelraw Chapter 650: This Flavor, Like the Chilling Aura Trained by the Military
Chapter 650: This Flavor, Like the Chilling Aura Trained by the Military
Charm City Clubhouse
The swarthy middle-aged man hung up the phone and walked to the man in front of him, saying in a low voice, "That little girl called Miss Carter. I’ve already had Miss Carter inform Constantine Stewart, and told him that if he doesn’t show up, we’ll tear up the ransom note."
The man sitting in the black leather chair turned around, his handsome face carrying a trace of devilish charm. Narrowing his eyes with interest, he asked, "Ignatius Leclair is still in the hospital?"
"Still there. It’s said he almost lost his life."
The man chuckled faintly, shaking his head. That old fox would never do a losing deal. He hadn’t planned on meeting this soon, but under the circumstances, he might as well spice things up a bit.
The man smirked and said, "Call Ignatius Leclair and tell him his woman is in my hands."
Delphine followed the GPS directions, arriving at Charm City Clubhouse just as Constantine Stewart stepped out of his car. He was accompanied by only one trusted subordinate, his graceful features devoid of any trace of laughter.
"Mr. Stewart," Delphine called out as she got out of her car.
Constantine frowned when he saw her trailing after him. In the Imperial City, anyone daring to lay a hand on his people obviously had significant backing. This trip was certain to carry immense risk, and if something happened to Delphine, Ignatius Leclair would definitely hold him accountable.
"Miss Carter, I’ll go rescue Chloe Winston myself," Constantine said in a deep voice.
"They’re targeting you directly. Adding me into the equation makes the leverage sufficient," Delphine replied calmly. Putting aside personal matters, even considering just a friendship, Chloe’s involvement in her upcoming film—where she’s the lead actress—meant this kidnapping was something Delphine couldn’t ignore.
Constantine considered her connections: Ignatius and the Shaw Family, along with their impressive alliances within the Imperial City. With such formidable backing, who would dare make a move?
Constantine nodded and led Delphine inside, speaking softly to her about the club’s background.
"This clubhouse is backed by Russians. On the surface, it’s just an ordinary leisure venue, but in reality, it specializes in underground arms dealings. Previously, a forty-something broker managed operations here. At the start of this year, a person called ’Fourth Master’ took over. His methods were extraordinarily ruthless—he swept clean the domestic black market arms trade within just half a year. We’ve always stayed out of each other’s way, so I haven’t figured out his connection to me as of now." Given the foreign background involved, Constantine felt the situation was particularly troublesome.
Upon entering, Delphine noticed the clubhouse was devoid of guests except for attendants overseeing operations. The atmosphere was extraordinarily solemn, and the security guards were rugged and intimidating, exuding an oddly familiar vibe.
This vibe resembled the chilling aura of military personnel trained for iron-blooded combat.
"If this is a black-market arms operation, how is the Imperial City tolerating it?" Delphine asked in a low voice.
Constantine lowered his gaze and responded plainly, "Because the arms transactions here are multinational. Even the military purchases weapons from this place that aren’t available on the market."
That explained why the opposing party dared provoke him, and even extend their arrogance to challenge the Shaw Family allied with him.
While speaking, a man in his thirties emerged from the elevator. His skin was deeply tanned, muscles bulging on his arms, and he exuded raw strength. In a rough voice, he said, "Mr. Stewart, Miss Carter, both of you follow me."
Constantine’s trusted subordinate was stopped from proceeding further.
The two exchanged a look and then followed the man into the elevator, eventually being led to an extremely dim underground chamber. In the corner of the basement, Chloe Winston curled up in despair. Upon seeing both Delphine and Constantine enter, her eyes welled up immediately. Avoiding Constantine, she hurriedly ran to Delphine and hugged her tightly, choking up, "Director Carter, I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to, and I’ve dragged you into this."