Chapter 167 Fighting Evil with Evil, Dawn Will Eventually Shine on the Earth
Riverside District landfill.
Duke was kneeling on the car hood, shivering in just his briefs.
Joe stood next to the car, munching on a sandwich. "You two need to pick up the next batch of goods. I don't have time."
"Alright." The burly guy who always followed Joe was in the car, reading a dirty magazine under the dome light.
The engine roared, and the car crunched through the snow, making the rundown landfill look like it was lit up in broad daylight.
"Your boss is here." Joe patted Duke on the head.
Duke looked up and sighed in relief.
A car pulled over, and Zephyr, with his head wrapped in bandages, limped over with more than twenty guys.
"Who the hell touched my brother?"
"Let him go!"
A bunch of thugs, armed with knives and guns, moved forward, cursing loudly.
Joe glanced at them and smiled. "I don't need him. You pay up, and you can take him."
Zephyr pushed through the crowd and faced Joe. "You want money from me?"
"Not from you, from Duke. But he can't afford it," Joe explained. "Look, if you don't care about him, then it's between me and him."
Zephyr took off his leather gloves and smiled. "How much does he owe you?"
"He delayed for a few days, so there's some interest. Eighty grand will do. I'll waive the small change." Joe tossed the sandwich wrapper and wiped the grease on Duke's delicate body.
"I didn't bring that much cash." Zephyr pointed to two brand-new cars behind him. "Those two cars, worth eighty grand. Deal?"
Joe looked at the cars, assessed the brand and condition, and nodded. "Deal. They cover eighty grand."
"Alright, let him go then." Zephyr waved his hand.
"Let him go!" Joe shouted back.
The burly guy in the car put down the magazine, came out with a knife, and cut the ropes on Duke.
Joe turned, spat, and then looked at Zephyr. "Write me a receipt and give me the keys. Then you can take him."
"Sure, no problem." Zephyr didn't care, only staring at Joe. "But we still have an unsettled matter."
"What matter?" Joe asked.
"I paid his debt, but you beat my man like a dog and stripped him naked on the car hood. How do we settle this?" Zephyr smiled. "Shouldn't you compensate me?"
Joe was stunned for a moment, squinting. "How much compensation do you want?"
"Two hundred grand," Zephyr raised two fingers, responding slowly.
Joe touched his ponytail and grinned. "That's a bit too much."
Zephyr stepped forward, patted Joe's face with his right hand, and said, "Are you going to pay or not? If you don't, I'll strip you naked and make you run a lap at Pine City North Station."
"Are you bullying me because I'm an outsider?" Joe licked his lips.
"Yes." Zephyr raised his hand and slapped Joe's face three more times.
Joe, with his head tilted, looked at Zephyr sideways, saying nothing.
The two men who came with Joe stepped forward.
Zephyr looked up at them and asked again, "Can you afford two hundred grand?"
Joe cracked his neck but stayed silent.
"Damn it, a few out-of-town thugs, not even saying hello, just dumping goods on my turf. You don't respect me at all." Zephyr jabbed a finger at Joe's chest. "Do you know what I will do?"
Joe kept quiet.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you ask me for money?" Zephyr slapped Joe's face with his gloves. "I'll give you three days to come up with the two hundred..."
Joe took a step back, pulled a shiny knife from his military coat pocket, and stabbed.
With one swift motion, he slashed Zephyr's neck, blood spurting out.
Joe pulled out the knife and stabbed Zephyr's face.
The second stab went straight through Zephyr's neck, eerily similar to where Dominic was stabbed with a bottle.
In just two seconds, Joe had carved a cross into Zephyr's neck. Zephyr, shocked, took two steps back, clutching his neck with both hands, and knelt on the ground, eyes bulging.
Joe bent down, expressionless, and kept stabbing Zephyr's neck.
Zephyr's hand was mangled. He tried to dodge, but the knife kept piercing his neck.
Behind them, the twenty-plus men Zephyr brought, after coming to their senses, first stepped back, then frantically raised their weapons.
One of the burly guys behind Joe took out a military grenade, calmly pulled the pin, and said, "Stand at attention."
The crowd hesitated, instinctively looking at Zephyr on the ground.
Joe stabbed Zephyr's neck at least twenty or thirty times before slowly stopping, and then wiped the knife on his pants.
Zephyr, with blood-covered hands, clutched his neck, eyes wide open, gasping for air.
Joe slowly squatted down, stared at him for a few seconds.
Zephyr, still conscious, saw Joe facing him, and instinctively leaned back, fearing another stab.
Joe smiled, wiped the blood off his face, leaned in, turned his head, and whispered in Zephyr's ear, "Who are you? Come on, tell me again. Who are you?"
Zephyr, eyes bulging, fell to the ground with a thud, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.
Blood melted the snow, slowly spreading.
Joe stood up, patted Duke's face, and said expressionlessly, "Go back and get me the money. I'll find you."
With that, Joe wrapped his military coat around himself and got into his car.
Seconds later, the beat-up car drove away, leaving the twenty-plus people still standing there in shock.
"It's doomed... We're screwed! This is big trouble." Duke shivered, looking at Zephyr and muttering.
The Barbie Club murder case dragged on for four months, then Alexander conducted a week-long thorough investigation, leading a team of more than ten people to solidify all the evidence, with the support of Samuel and Virgil, but still couldn't do anything to Zephyr.
At this moment, Joe, who was more ferocious than Zephyr and didn't care about Adam at all, emerged out of nowhere.
Joe didn't follow procedures or care about evidence but just used violence against violence, taking down the untouchable Zephyr in less than twenty seconds.
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