UNDER HIS RULES

“Alfred, confirm,” said Hugo as he picked up his other phone. The one he had thrown carelessly onto the side of the seat. Leaning back comfortably afterward, he spoke to Alfred, who always wanted and provided detailed information about various things, making his head spin.

“You’re really worried, Boss?” Hugo glanced briefly at his boss next to him. That face was completely unaffected by their surroundings. Cold and impassive. Staring straight ahead at the road they were currently passing. From the rearview mirror, Hugo could also see several cars he recognized following them.

“Shut up,” Sam grumbled irritably. “Where’s my drink?”

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Hugo became annoyed. Sam and alcohol couldn’t be separated that easily. “Can’t you ask Eland?”

Sam immediately hit Hugo quite hard. “Where?”

“Why do you get so sentimental when you’re on your period, Boss?” His hand quickly opened the storage box in front of him. Never missing a bottle of alcohol that Sam liked to drink. And a cigar that Hugo promptly handed to Sam.

“Don’t talk so much!” Sam gulped down the contents of the bottle that Hugo had just handed him. “Any latest news from Anne?”

“None,” replied Hugo. He settled back into his seat. “Not bad, it’s a two-hour journey to Savannah. I can win the match this time.”

“Focus a little, Hugo.” This time, from the back, Eland spoke up. In front of him, a box containing weapons was already prepared, along with a sword that he was currently cleaning. Even though there was no dust sticking to it, he could ensure its sharpness was the same as before. It could cut down an enemy with a single swing.

“I am focused, Eland. It’s the Boss who’s being sentimental. I’ve quickly taken care of Mrs. Benjamin’s protection.”

“Hugo!” Sam snapped with a sharp gaze.

“Am I wrong about recognizing my own Boss?” Hugo chuckled. “Samuel Aaric Cyril.”

“But I’m curious, why is Mr. Alfred at the resort?” Eland stopped his movements. “You don’t want to talk, Eland?”

That was true. Eland’s arrival at the resort, where he was welcomed by many uniformed subordinates and a row of cars mostly from the area controlled by Alfred Quassano, as well as one luxurious car that Eland was familiar with; Alfred Quassano’s car.

What business did that man have at the resort? Is it related to Gerald and Jimmy?

He chose to wait and see what Hugo would say about his question. Not that he could see Alfred’s gaze, which was more focused on Beatrice.

“Boss?” Despite the many people around him making noise and asking questions, Hugo’s eyes remained fixed on the mobile screen displaying his favorite strategy game. This addictive game, which he enjoyed so much, was like a drug. If he didn’t immerse himself in it for just one day, he felt like he wanted to die.

Not to mention, he, using the username Secret Souls, had already become famous. Even though he didn’t want to reveal his identity. What’s the point? Besides, if he did, wouldn’t it make his name soar even higher? Who doesn’t know Hugo?

Sam simply nodded.

“Beatrice is the legitimate descendant of the Quassano family, Alfred Quassano’s only granddaughter,” Hugo said bluntly.

Luckily, Eland wasn’t currently wiping the sharp edge of his long sword. Otherwise, he could already imagine his fingers being scratched. How could he already be injured before the ambush even started? That’s ridiculous!

“Don’t go off on a tangent, Hugo!” Eland became annoyed. “Boss?” He immediately confirmed the news with his boss. He didn’t want to be played with regarding such important information. Hugo’s track record in jokes was long. Many had been deceived, even though no one dared to retaliate.

If Hugo dared to play with Eland, he felt it wouldn’t be wrong to sharpen his sword with the weapon Hugo had.

“That’s correct,” Sam casually replied. The cigar in his hand was lit again. He would resolve this matter quickly. Alfred wouldn’t easily let go of Beatrice. Even though he requested special protection from Quassano’s trusted people, Sam’s pride was also hurt.

Was he really so stupid that he couldn’t protect Beatrice?

Oh my God! He placed a special person who was willing to die for him. He was sure of that. When he remembered Alfred’s words about protecting Beatrice, he wanted to go berserk. Even though there was some truth to it, it didn’t mean he should be demeaned, right?

Sighing softly, he leaned a little closer to the car’s engine compartment control panel. He intentionally opened the hood to let the air circulate freely. They were entering the border area where Anne said their security was well monitored.

Ferdi’s convoy was also included in Sam’s group. The jeep he was riding in was in second place. The front car was driven by Valdo and his men. Ferdi couldn’t be denied either. Although he wanted to crush Gerald for daring to mess with Flown without police intervention.

“If Gerald and Jimmy die at the hands of the Twin Dragon Syndicate, the police will instead place a lot of blame on you, Sam. Understand that this situation is not developing favorably.”

Ferdi’s words echoed in Sam’s mind before he finally agreed. For Sam, whether or not Ferdi’s men were present wouldn’t diminish the Twin Dragon’s power to launch an attack.

“Wow,” was all Eland could respond. He leaned back again after sheathing the sword he had just cleaned. “How is that possible?”

Eland hadn’t forgotten when he was asked to find out about the girl who had come to their headquarters a few months ago. The one who was mostly around Sam and whose relationship with him had been rapidly developing. All he knew was that Beatrice was being used as collateral to repay a debt. That was it.

For Eland, any woman around Sam wouldn’t last long. They were all passing through for the boss. But Beatrice was different. When he saw for himself how Sam treated the dark-haired girl, Eland understood that Beatrice was equally important for him to protect.

And his words were an order for Eland and everyone under Sam’s control.

“Mr. Alfred has deployed a lot of people around the headquarters. According to your wishes, they won’t enter. Just two people who are skilled in self-defense and weapons, according to the Old Man.”

“I know,” Sam replied, exhaling smoke from his mouth. The smoke was dense and billowing, but when it met the open air above, it disappeared instantly. “Alfred’s people are not ordinary.”

“Are you going to call him grandpa, Boss?”

That question from Hugo was incredibly silly. It made Sam look at his subordinate with a puzzled frown and an incredulous gaze. “Shut up!”

Hugo and Eland laughed together.

“Make sure Ferdi’s men don’t interfere too much later, Hugo.”

That’s a given,” Hugo grinned. “The Boss wants them to die at our hands, right? I’ve prepared for the worst-case scenario. Ferdi won’t be able to do anything.”

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“Speaking of Quassano, I don’t know why, but I have some doubts about Alfred’s decision.”

That question had been lingering in his mind. Leaving Beatrice alone with someone he didn’t know, even though there were many of his men at the headquarters. All for Beatrice’s sake.

“But I don’t think we need to worry,” Hugo spoke up again. “You’ll be a special grandson-in-law in the future.”

“Hugo!” Sam snapped angrily.

“I’m just asking,” Hugo smirked innocently. His eyes returned to the screen, still engrossed in his game. “Yes! I won again.”

Eland could only shake his head in wonder. At the same time, his phone rang. Kenzo name appeared on the screen. One of Sam’s men whom he had intentionally placed at the hospital to protect Jack.

“Eland!” he said urgently.

“What’s wrong?” Eland’s back suddenly straightened. The noise in the background was loud, complete with screams and agonizing cries.

“The hospital is under attack!” Kenzo tried to speak as briefly as possible. “Hurry, everyone gets out. Can you walk, Jack?”

“Are you underestimating me?”

Jack’s voice laughed.

“Where are the weapons for me? Damn it, Gerald!”