Chapter 115 Internal Cracks Are Spreading
The person Samuel had introduced to Alexander was a low-ranking sergeant in a garrison unit in Stardust City. The position wasn't high, and the income was average. Moreover, this person stayed in the unit for a long time and had no contact with the city's thugs, so he was considered reliable.
The sergeant arranged a place on the outskirts of the city, an abandoned training ground. When they arrived, they saw a seal on the door.
Inside a dilapidated old building, the sergeant, dressed in civilian clothes, whispered, "No open flames, no noise, and don't go out during the day, understand?"
"Got it." Alexander nodded.
"If you get discovered, say you found this place empty and hid here yourself, not that someone brought you in," the sergeant continued expressionlessly. "If you talk too much, it will cause trouble for the person helping you."
"Understood."
"I brought some medicine from the unit. Let's check your friend's injuries first."
"Okay, thank you."
After clarifying things, the sergeant led Alexander inside, carrying a medical kit, and instructed, "Help spread the disinfectant cloth. Those who know how to help can stay; the others can leave."
"I'll help. I know a bit about treating external injuries," Alexander said, taking off his coat.
Benjamin and the others exchanged glances and quietly left.
About two hours later.
The sergeant washed his hands with the water he brought and turned to Alexander, saying, "I'm leaving now."
"What about food?" Alexander asked.
"It's just two days; you won't starve to death," the sergeant replied with a smile. "Bear with it."
Alexander nodded, took out the cash everyone had pooled together, and handed it to the sergeant, saying, "Sorry for the trouble."
The sergeant didn't refuse, pocketed the money, and said, "When you leave, put everything back in place and clean up any traces of your stay."
"Got it."
"Goodbye," the sergeant said, leaving the medical supplies behind and turning to leave. "No need to see me out; I can go by myself."
Alexander stood inside, watching him leave.
In the apartment arranged by the VitaPharm Company, Chris sat on the couch, head down, silent.
Around him, seven or eight high-ranking officials close to Chris, and some subordinates sat in grim silence.
"Chris, did Terry really ask you to exchange for Tyler?" a middle-aged man with his legs crossed suddenly asked.
Chris nodded. "Yes."
"Fuck!" The middle-aged man rubbed his bald head and asked with a grim face, "What did Raymond and Enrique Coleman say?"
Chris picked up a pack of cigarettes and responded with a sneer, "Raymond? Enrique? What do you think they would say?"
The middle-aged man fell silent.
"When you came in, Raymond called me," Chris said, lighting a cigarette and smiling. "He told me that Terry made this decision with great difficulty and even cried in the room. Everyone knows how dangerous this is, but the company has no choice but to protect Tyler first. So if it were Raymond, he would go, too. And he believes everyone can ensure his safety."
"Bullshit!" The middle-aged man cursed, eyes wide. "Anyone can say that, but let's see if he'd really go to his death."
Chris looked at everyone in the room and responded lightly, "The people who truly care about my life and death are all in this room. The other high-ups either don't want to offend the VitaPharm Company and secretly support me to protect their interests, or they can't wait for me to die so they can divide my resources."
Everyone fell silent again.
After a while, a young man on the left suddenly said, "Chris, if it doesn't work out, you should leave."
Chris turned to him, smoking silently.
"Yes, if it doesn't work out, you should leave," the middle-aged man said, clearly upset. "Let's not even talk about how much credit you've earned for Terry in the past. Just this fake drug issue—if you hadn't led the charge to take down Benjamin, the other side would have taken over the market in less than six months, and Terry would have lost everything. And the Todd issue shouldn't have been your problem. Killing him was a job for the lowest-level subordinates. But Terry dumped it on you and paired you with an idiot like Tyler, leading to this mess. Now he wants you to die for it. That's inhumane."
Chris continued smoking, saying nothing.
"Chris, we really don't owe Terry anything," the middle-aged man said, his face livid. "Even parents wouldn't send their kids to die, let alone a boss who's lost his integrity. Every time he drinks, he talks about righteousness, past deeds, and loyalty. But when something happens, his first choice is to sell out his brothers. Such a person isn't worth risking your life for."
"I didn't expect him to say that to me." Chris laughed.
"Chris, just say the word, and we'll leave Stardust City tonight," a young man across from him said, frowning. "I'll make a few calls and get some brothers from Pine City to come over. We'll make sure you get out."
Chris stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and said, "Leave? Where to? You can go downstairs and see for yourself. It's not just company people; there are definitely VitaPharm Company people, too."
"Then we'll fight back," the middle-aged man said, eyes fierce. "If Terry tries to keep you here, I'll shoot."
Chris turned back, looking at everyone, and after a long silence, he suddenly smiled. "I'll handle my own affairs. Dragging you into this won't do you any good."
"Chris..." the middle-aged man started to speak.
"Enough." Chris waved his hand, looking at the middle-aged man. "If you really want to help, get some brothers to go to Emma's place, bring her out, and settle her down. Then I'll be completely at ease."
"Are you really going?" the middle-aged man stood up urgently, eyes wide. "Terry and Raymond saying they'll protect you is a lie. Tyler is in the other side's hands; they can control you. If Benjamin wants to kill you, you won't be able to escape."
Chris looked at the middle-aged man, feeling a warmth in his heart. "I know what you're saying, but you might not understand what I'm thinking. Don't worry about it. Just help me settle Emma."
In the training ground building.
Alexander was fiddling with a new phone when Robert, who was unconscious on the bed, suddenly murmured, "Water... give me some water."
Alexander got up and opened the door, calling out, "Bring some water, Robert is awake."
Half an hour later.
Chris stood by the window, dialing a number.
"Hello? What's up, Chris?"
"Someone wants to kill me."
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