Chapter 91 He's Quite Pitiful
Inside the residence.
Benjamin coughed twice, clutching his chest, and said to Alexander, "It's not hard to prove it's not our fault. We just need to catch Todd and find out who's behind him. I can personally explain."
"Todd's the one who switched the meds?" Alexander asked.
"Must be that bastard." Benjamin nodded. "He disappeared right after the incident."
Andrew couldn't help but ask, "For such an important part of the warehouse, shouldn't we have someone absolutely trustworthy watching it?"
"These days, besides your own siblings and parents, who can you really trust?" Benjamin sighed. "For five hundred dollars, five thousand dollars, you can talk about loyalty. But what about fifty thousand dollars? A hundred thousand dollars? Everyone has a breaking point."
"True," Andrew reluctantly agreed.
Benjamin turned to Alexander, frowning, and asked, "What's Samuel's stance on this?"
"He can't really take a stand," Alexander gently reminded Benjamin.
"So, we have to handle this ourselves," Benjamin bluntly continued, "He can't help us, right?"
"You have to understand. When they're targeting you, they're also targeting him," Alexander sympathized with Samuel. "You have more freedom in business, but sitting in his position is truly dangerous."
"Alright then, keep an eye on the police station for me," Benjamin softly instructed, "If you hear anything, call me. We'll find Todd first."
"Okay." Alexander nodded.
As they spoke, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Benjamin answered.
"Robert and I are out," Matt's voice came through, "We're looking for Todd."
"Tell Robert if he messes this up again, he better leave early. He can go wherever he wants," Benjamin said before coughing violently again.
Alexander looked at Benjamin with concern. "Benjamin, are you okay? Maybe you should see a doctor."
"I'm fine. God won't let me die at a time like this." Benjamin waved it off.
In a slum apartment in the south of the city.
Robert turned and said, "Pry it open."
Two young men came up with tire irons, wedged them into the door gap, and pried it open with a loud clang.
Robert immediately stepped inside, glancing around. The place was shabby and smelled musty, with the curtains drawn and the table covered in leftover food and trash.
Robert drew his gun, scanned the living room, then kicked open the bedroom door but found no one.
"Todd must have run," Matt said, stepping inside.
Robert holstered his gun and noticed some wet snow patches on the floor from the door to the cabinet and an e-cigarette on the bed still charging.
"Let's go," Matt called out.
Robert licked his lips and quickly ordered, "Todd was here recently, and he can't have gone far. Call Carl and ask if Todd has any relatives or close friends in Pine City. Hurry."
"Got it." Matt nodded.
In a butcher shop in Black Street District.
Todd, with a backpack slung over his shoulder, sat on a bed and called David, "Hello? David."
"Have you arrived there?" David asked.
"Yeah." Todd nodded. "Are you coming over?"
"I had something to do, but I'm on my way now," David replied quietly.
"David." Todd scratched his head. "If it's inconvenient, I can give you an account number, and you can transfer my fee."
"Don't talk nonsense," David immediately refused, "If you go off the grid today, the Anderson family will go crazy looking for you. What if something happens to you?"
Todd was taken aback. "David, did you hear something?"
"Do I need to? Over a hundred people went to the warehouse at noon, all looking to kill Benjamin." David laughed. "They're in a panic now, so we need to be careful."
"So what do you suggest?"
"Wait for me. I'll bring the money and arrange for a couple of guys to get you out of Pine City."
"You want me to go to the unplanned area?" Todd was stunned and immediately refused. "No way, I'm going to a place like that."
"No, you'll loop through the unplanned area and then head to Woodland," David instructed, "I have friends there who can take care of you."
"Alright, I'll wait for you." Todd nodded.
"Okay, see you soon."
They ended the call.
In the Neon Club.
David entered the private room with his phone and saw Terry energetically playing cards with Chris and others.
"All set?" Chris asked.
"Yeah." David nodded.
"Once he's dead, this matter shall become a deadlock." Chris sneered. "The Anderson family loses their reputation, and even if the price drops, they can't sell their goods. Samuel's in trouble, too."
Terry played a card.
Chris hesitated, looking at the cards, and said, "Mr. Patrick, you're being too kind today. I feel bad winning."
"Win if you can," Terry said cheerfully, "Whatever you win today, I'll double it."
"Mr. Patrick is too generous." the bald man next to him laughed.
Terry lit a cigarette and looked at Chris. "You did well, but Samuel won't stay quiet. You should lay low for a while until the danger passes, or he might come after you."
Chris thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll leave tomorrow."
David watched them play cards, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Patrick, does Todd really have to die?"
Everyone was stunned.
"He's just a small fry." David forced a smile. "Kind of pitiful."
Terry counted his money and softly asked, "David, what did you say? I didn't hear you."
David blinked.
Terry smiled and asked again, "What did you say? I really didn't hear you."
"Nothing." David grinned.
Terry paid up and waved. "Come on, shuffle the cards, let's keep playing."
Elsewhere.
A red-faced man was driving fast.
By the roadside in the slum, Robert frowned and asked Carl, "Are you sure he's close with Todd?"
"Yeah." Carl nodded.
"Find him," Robert ordered, getting into the car first, "Hurry up!"
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