Chapter 202 Trap
They soon reached the suite door.
"Everything ready?" Neil asked, glancing back.
A guy with a hat, gripping his phone in his pocket, nodded. "Yep, all set. Once we burst in, we can start the live stream. We've got all the major platforms lined up. This time, he'll become famous throughout Lindwood City."
"Haha! An internet celebrity caught cheating live is perfect."
Neil patted the guy on the shoulder, pleased, and called Isaac.
Neil reported, "Mr. Hayes, we're ready. You can watch tonight's show on all the major platforms. This is trending now, and it'll definitely meet your expectations. Tonight, William's reputation is done for."
"On live stream? Excellent! I've been waiting to see this loser humiliated by the whole city."
Isaac, upstairs in his house, eagerly turned on his internet TV.
He'd been losing sleep over William and Mary, but now he had his chance.
A perfect chance to destroy them.
Isaac thought, 'William, you really are a loser; you can't even control yourself around a woman. Mary married you; what a mistake! Today, I'll make you the biggest joke in this city! You'll live in endless shame and humiliation.'
Isaac opened the live-streaming app, and after a few minutes, the screen came on.
The stream's popularity was skyrocketing.
Money sure helped with recommendations.
With a shaky camera, standard hotel room, and a bunch of guys, the stream looked like a big deal.
The title alone drew in viewers.
[Live Cheating Bust! Lindwood City's Biggest Loser, Cheating on His Wife.]
Neil and his crew chuckled.
Years on the street taught Neil how to please his employer. The better the job, the more the employer appreciated it.
The whole hotel was under his control.
Tonight, William was finished.
He'd be the biggest joke in Lindwood City.
A couple of guys adjusted the camera angle, standing at William's room 832, with two guarding the door.
After a moment, it was still silent inside.
Neil and the others exchanged puzzled looks and whispered, "Why's it so quiet?"
One guy asked, "Could it be over already?"
"He's that quick?" Neil sneered.
Just then, three of them kicked the door in unison.
With a loud bang, the door flew open, shaking the whole floor.
Neil's crew rushed in, shouting, "Don't move! Don't put on your clothes!"
Phones snapped photos like crazy, and some guys pulled out baseball bats and other weapons, looking fierce.
Through the live stream, you could see some even had long knives, their cold glint visible on screen.
Holy crap.
The live stream room exploded.
Neil was pumped. He pushed through the crowd and saw William, well-dressed, sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping red wine.
The woman next to him looked stunned.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, she sat on the bed, too scared to move.
Neil glanced at Lori and liked what he saw. Her figure was perfect, and she seemed terrified of him.
"Hahaha! Kid, you're done for today!" Neil picked his teeth, looking disdainfully at the calm William.
But something felt off.
William sat there like nothing happened, calm and even smiling wickedly. "I've been waiting for you."
His smile was sinister, exuding coldness and dominance.
William glanced at Lori, feeling helpless inside. 'Sorry,' he thought.
Neil was stunned, exchanged glances with his guys, then waved his hand, face darkening, and shouted, "Drop the act. Beat him up!"
A few thugs, holding baseball bats, charged at William.
Meanwhile, Isaac, watching the live stream, had a sinister smile, feeling pleased. "William, finally you're done for. You really cost me a lot."
Just as Isaac got up to leave, something unexpected happened on the livestream.
Suddenly, a dozen black-clad figures rushed out. The previously empty room was now filled with men, tightly guarding William on the sofa.
Various noises erupted at that moment.
"Holy shit! Where did these guys come from?"
"Damn, it's a trap! Retreat!"
"Fuck! You played us!"
"Everyone, get down! Get down!"
"Drop your weapons! Everyone, get down!"
Dozens of men in black suits with a deadly aura burst out from various rooms on that hotel floor.
The two thugs guarding the door were immediately taken down.
At the elevator entrance, the two thugs didn't even know what hit them when the doors opened and four or five men in black suits rushed out, knocking them out with batons.
Downstairs in the lobby, thugs chatting and laughing saw several black Mercedes-Benz cars pull up. A dozen men in black suits and ties poured out, rushing swiftly into the hotel.
The thugs tried to run but were kicked in the back, flying halfway across the room and crashing to the ground, their teeth shattering upon impact.
All this happened almost simultaneously, and the fight was over in less than thirty seconds.
Isaac, watching the livestream from his house, was completely stunned. He stood there, frozen, sweat dripping from his forehead.
He thought, 'What the hell is going on? How does William have so many well-trained bodyguards? Who is he really?Isn't he just a loser?'
These bodyguards were clearly not like Neil's small-time thugs.
Before Isaac could react, he felt something behind him.
A ghostly figure appeared in his home, and a chilling coldness pressed against his neck.
Isaac's forehead became drenched in cold sweat. He gulped and saw a sharp knife at his neck out the corner of his eyes.
Isaac had some experience, especially from his years abroad, where he had encountered such things.
Only an assassin could enter his home silently and appear behind him without a sound.
'What the hell is happening?' Isaac was on the verge of collapse, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Whom had he provoked?
He thought, 'William? No, impossible! How could a loser hire an assassin?'
A chilling voice then whispered in his ear, and Isaac felt his death looming.
"I never thought this job would be so easy. I expected a tough guy, but it turned out to be an ordinary loser. No idea what the boss was thinking," the shadow behind Isaac muttered to himself.
"Dude, who sent you? How much did they pay? I'll pay double; just don't kill me."
Isaac was terrified. The knife at his neck was too much.
He then felt asharp pain as the knife cut into him slightly, and warm blood begain to trickle.
"Please, I'll pay triple. Just don't kill me," Isaac pleaded.
The coldness and murderous intent of the guy behind him were overwhelming.
"Triple?"
The cold voice sounded like a demon from hell.
"Yes, yes, triple." Isaac felt like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline.
But he kept his head down, too scared to look up.
They said if you saw an assassin's face, you'd be silenced.
"That's a good deal." The assassin, dressed in black, casually sat on the sofa, gesturing for Isaac to watch the TV screen. "Look."
Isaac hesitated, then slowly looked up at the live stream.
In the suite, Neil and his men were beaten and pinned to the ground.
William lazily picked up his phone and smiled at the camera, saying, "Isaac, I warned you. Why didn't you listen? Do you think you can cross me?"
Isaac was terrified but also filled with intense resentment.
It really was William!
How did William have such power, with so many people protecting him and even hiring an assassin?
He muttered to himself, "Who is William?"
"I just wanted Neil to teach you a lesson, and you brought so many people!" William sneered. "I'm done playing."
Isaac was filled with regret, but it was too late.
But still, he couldn't believe a loser could have such power.
He was the young master of the Hayes Group.
"William, even if you have the power to hire so many men, do you dare to kill me?" Isaac challenged.
"My dad is Kyle, the chairman of the Hayes Group! My uncle is Xavier Hayes. Even a big shot like Alan has to think twice before he kills me. You think, just because you made such a big scene today, I'll be afraid of you? Dream on!" he roared.
Isaac was mad, blinded by anger and hatred.
He didn't believe a loser like William would dare to kill him.
'He must be bluffing,' Issac thought.
William's expression was cold as he looked at the camera. Suddenly, he smiled, showing his white teeth, and said, "Isaac, do you want to know who I am?"
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