Chapter 11 : A Call to Garth Thunder

Meanwhile, in the largest private room on the third floor, Ainsley was lounging on a sofa with a beautiful woman in his arms and a cigar in his hand. Two other wealthy gentlemen were also present, each accompanied by their own attractive companions, never without their cigarettes and drinks.

"Congratulations, Mr. Thunder," said the tall gentleman as he raised his glass. "Another big project secured! We look forward to your continued patronage."

"Don't worry," replied Ainsley with a smile as he clinked glasses with him. "I won't forget about you guys."

"Oh right," said the other gentleman after taking a puff of his cigar. "How's your daughter's heart surgery going? Did you find an appropriate donor yet?"

"Yes, if everything goes according to plan, she'll be on the operating table within half an hour!" Thinking about it made him even happier—his daughter had been waiting for this surgery for almost two months, and the Thunder family had tried everything they could think of to make it happen. As for the little girl who was donating her heart, she wasn't someone who concerned him at all. In his worldview, everyone was born into different classes of society. Being able to have another child's heart transplanted into his offspring was already considered an immense favor.

"Really? That's great news! Congratulations again!" said both gentlemen at once.

"Thanks!" laughed Ainsley as he downed what remained of his drink.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind blasted through their private room like it was nothing but papier-mâché—wood chips flew everywhere.

Three beautiful women screamed in surprise.

"What the hell? Who dares to cause trouble here?" The tall playboy was startled. After speaking, he stood up and walked towards Billy and Casey.

"Where did you come from? You don't know your place..."

Bang!

Casey kicked him, and the playboy flew out as if hit by a car. He crashed into the wall behind him, spitting blood before passing out.

"Ah..." The three women screamed again in shock.

"Ainsley stays. Everyone else, get out!" Casey commanded.

The three women and the other man didn't hesitate for a second; they quickly ran towards the door. After witnessing what had happened to the tall playboy, they didn't dare say another word.

"Who are you guys...?" Ainsley regained his composure after a brief moment of shock. This was Thunder family territory; he didn't believe anyone would dare to challenge him here. Moreover, he was sure that with such commotion, his people would soon arrive. In no more than three minutes, these two boys in front of him would know what happened when someone challenged him.

Before he finished speaking, Billy raised his hand and slapped him.

Ainsley was thrown to the ground, rolling a long distance before stopping. His two front teeth fell out, and blood gushed from the wounds.

"Fuck! How dare you!" Ainsley shouted angrily after struggling to get up. "I swear I'm gonna make your life worse than death today..."

Billy suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. He lifted his foot and stomped on Ainsley's right ankle. With a few crisp noises, Ainsley's ankle was crushed.

"Ah..." Ainsley let out a hysterical scream that could probably be heard throughout the entire building.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. Shortly after, seven or eight men in black rushed in, each wielding a Desert Eagle.

"Fuck! Are you two looking for death? How dare you harm Mr. Thunder!" shouted the first man.

"Why the hell are you talking nonsense? Shoot them! Kill them for me!" Ainsley roared angrily, barely able to breathe.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The men pulled their triggers, aiming at Billy and Casey. Yet, the bullets fell to the ground about a meter in front of them, as if hitting an invisible iron plate, producing a crisp sound.

"How... how is that possible?!"

The black-clothed men collectively stiffened as if they had seen a ghost, their faces filled with horror.

In the next moment, Billy raised his hand and swept out a gust of strong wind, causing all eight men to fly backward and collapse. Soon, they lost their breath.

Ainsley's face turned pale as a sheet, and he shivered uncontrollably.

"What... who are you exactly? What do you want?"

"Call Garth!" Billy ordered coldly.

"What business do you have with my father?" Ainsley was slightly taken aback.

Billy grabbed his left wrist and twisted it hard. With a sharp crack, Ainsley's left arm went limp on his shoulder.

"Ah..." Ainsley screamed again and fainted on the spot.

Billy grabbed a glass of red wine from the coffee table and splashed it on his face. Ainsley jolted awake with a gasp.

"If you speak another word of nonsense, you can go keep company with your own kind."

"Don't... don't kill me! I'll... I'll call right away..."

Ainsley shuddered all over and quickly took out his phone to make a call to his father.

"What's the matter? I just arrived at the hospital. Hurry up and tell me!" After two rings, Garth answered the phone.

"Dad... help... someone wants to kill me..." Ainsley cried loudly into his phone.

"What?!" Upon hearing his son's voice, Garth angrily demanded, "What happened? Who did this?!"

"Give me the phone!" Billy snatched the phone from Ainsley's hand.

"You have three hours to bring Tasha back to your family's mansion unharmed. I will come to pick her up then. If I can't see her in three hours, not only will your son die, but so will all members of your Thunder family."

"Who the hell are you?!" Garth sounded slightly stunned. "You dare threaten me? You really are—"

Billy stomped on Ainsley's knee, making a sickening bone-cracking sound.

"Ah..." Ainsley's screams echoed through the hallway, unnaturally eerie.

"Bastard!" Garth recognized his son's voice and roared loudly.

"Remember, you have three hours. When time is up... you'll be collecting the corpses of your family!" Billy declared.

Garth took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "Three hours from now, I'll be waiting for you at the Thunder Mansion!"