Chapter 980 Noam Martin's Memories

Gonzalez City.

8:30 PM.

At Burl Radcliffe's home.

Julius Reed was sitting on the sofa, a box of hidden weapons on the table.

Inside the box were darts.

In front of him, Noam Martin was kneeling, straight as a pole.

Quaking in fear.

The floor was already soaked with blood, the dripping sounds unceasing.

The air felt somewhat congealed.

The box of hidden weapons was less than twenty centimeters away from Noam Martin.

But he dared not reach out, dared not take it.

"Ten days ago..."

Noam Martin's throat moved, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Ten days ago, someone came to me, promising the wealth and honor I desired. Judging by his attire, I thought he was the boss, so I didn't think too much of it."

"The meeting place was a coffee shop under my control. That person... his first question was whether I wanted to be the boss of Gonzalez City."

At this point, he clenched his fists tightly, his voice growing fainter and fainter.