Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Reporting News_1

Dawn was breaking as Jay Brent’s car pulled into the villa’s yard.

He had just gotten out when two black-clad bodyguards approached him, reaching to frisk him.

Jay’s face darkened; he was a big boss on the streets, after all. How dare these nobodies think to search him?

He was about to get angry but suddenly met a pair of chillingly cold eyes.

Was that… a murderous intent?

Had these men in black killed before?

Jay’s heart chilled, and he subconsciously spread his arms, ready to be searched.

At that moment, a slightly husky voice came from the second-floor balcony, “There’s no need to search Mr. Brent; let him come up directly.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

The two bodyguards immediately stepped aside.

Puzzled in his heart, Jay walked into the villa and then suddenly froze, halting in his steps as he stared at the people tied to the chairs.

After a moment, he continued up the stairs to the second-floor balcony and greeted with a chuckle, “Young Master Locke, what orders do you have for me in the middle of the night?”

Ethan Locke slowly turned around, his pale face flushed with an unnatural red as if he had drunk too much.

He looked Jay over seriously and asked, “Jay, we’ve known each other for more than a day; give me a straight answer.

Can I trust you?”

“Ah, of course, you can!”

Jay said, slapping his chest, “Young Master Locke, you know what kind of person I am.

All these years, without the support of the Locke family, I wouldn’t have been able to grow this big. How could I ever betray your trust?”

“Good.”

Ethan nodded and continued, “I just ask you one thing; take your men and stand guard outside. Without my command, no one is allowed to enter the villa. Can you do that?”

“Hmph, such a small matter, too easy!”

Jay laughed offhand and then casually asked, “Young Master Locke, if I may ask, who are those people tied up downstairs?”

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Ethan remained mute, staring expressionlessly at Jay until he felt so uneasy that cold sweat nearly broke out.

He was indeed a big boss on the streets, but he had no doubt that at Ethan’s command, a few men in black would rush over and butcher him on the spot.

His heart, uncontrollably, began to race!

Just when Jay thought he was about to be slaughtered, Ethan suddenly laughed, gently patting his shoulder and said:

“Those people outside are Greg Jensen’s relatives. Today’s plan is to lure Greg here to give him a good beating.

Those people are our biggest bargaining chips; you must keep a close watch on them.”

Mr. Jensen’s family members?

Damn it, what is Ethan Locke planning to do?

Hearing this, Jay was shocked, wishing he could turn and run, then immediately report this to Greg.

However, seeing Ethan’s icy gaze, he quickly calmed down. There were several men in black guarding the door; running now would be tantamount to suicide.

He swallowed hard and laughed as if nothing was the matter, “Greg’s people? Then what are we waiting for, just kill them.

Damn, that little punk and I have crossed paths a few times, and I’ve wanted to deal with him for a while but never had the chance.”

Seeing this, Ethan relaxed slightly. When he saw Jay about to go kill Lindsey Wolfe and the others, he quickly stepped forward to stop him.

“Stop messing around; these people are important to me. Once my business is concluded, you can do as you wish with them and Greg.”

“Really?”

“Nonsense, why would I lie to you?”

Jay Brent said excitedly, “Haha, then thank you in advance, Ethan.”

“Yeah, hurry up and take your guys to the entrance to keep watch,” Ethan Locke said.

Ethan told them, “Tell the brothers that each will get ten thousand bucks if the job is done well. I absolutely won’t shortchange them.”

“Got it, I’m on it!”

Jay Brent left in high spirits, barking orders at the young gang members who had just arrived and then, when no one was watching, slipped into a corner to secretly send a message to Greg Jensen.

After sending the message, he looked up at the villa and muttered under his breath, “Little bastard, wait until Mr. Jensen gets here, we’ll snuff you out, stop your strutting.”

Inside the villa.

Ethan Locke went down to the first floor and, seeing several people tied to chairs, said with disgust, “A bunch of damn bumpkins, daring to mess around in Jamae, who the hell gave you the audacity?”

For the renowned First Family of Jamae to have their property snatched away by a bumpkin!

Ethan’s anger rose even more as he lifted his leg and kicked hard into Second Master’s stomach.

Thump!

With his entire body bound to the chair, Second Master could not even dodge; he struggled to stabilize himself but ended up crashing to the floor with the chair.

The elderly Second Master, combined with the impact of hitting his head during the fall, almost fainted.

Ethan, still not satisfied, began to rain down punches and kicks on Second Master, quickly beating him to the brink of death.

Next to him, Lindsey Wolfe was anxious, half-standing with a crouched stance, intending to shove Ethan away, but he turned around at that moment.

His malevolent, chilling gaze startled Lindsey Wolfe.

Then came a crisp slap, and a clear handprint instantly marked her face.

Lindsey Wolfe was knocked to the ground by the blow.

Ethan acted like a madman, pummeling Lindsey Wolfe and Second Master with a flurry of punches and kicks, seeming to unleash all the frustration he had suffered from Greg Jensen on the two of them.

Jay Brent just happened to walk in, witnessing the scene, his face turned pale, then, instead of intervening, he feigned excitement and said:

“Ethan, why didn’t you include me in such a great show? Are you tired? How about you rest a bit at the side, I can handle these old bastards for you.”

Ethan paused, then stopped what he was doing, looking at the two he had beaten black and blue, breathing heavily.

His bloodshot eyes looked like those of a famished beast.

He took a deep breath, held back Jay Brent who was about to join the assault, and calmly said, “I lost my composure just now, luckily you came in time, otherwise I might have killed these two.”

Jay Brent’s voice conveyed a touch of disappointment, “They’re just a couple of bumpkins, if they die they die. If you kill them, aren’t there still several more?”

Ethan shook his head and said, “You don’t understand. These two are especially important to Greg Jensen. The others don’t carry their weight.”

“This…”

Jay Brent hesitated for a moment and then said somewhat dejectedly, “That’s no fun. I thought I’d get some exercise.”

Hearing this, Ethan looked up and chuckled softly, “Want to get some exercise? Don’t worry, once Greg Jensen arrives, you’ll have plenty of chances to do just that.”

“Haha, now you’re talking!” Jay Brent said a bit excitedly, “At that time, just tell me how to hit him, and I’ll personally take care of that kid Greg Jensen for you.”

“Hmm.”

Having vented his frustrations a while ago, Ethan seemed to be in a much better mood. He smiled and waved Jay Brent over to sit down on the sofa, then instructed the butler to bring over food and drinks that had been prepared in advance.

The two sat on the sofa, eating and chatting.