Chapter 433 Kill Him
Garth let out a nasty, cold laugh.
To his shock, William was dead set on throwing down with him.
He wondered how William thought he could take him down.
Garth's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Alright, no more talk. Show me what you got! But hey, don't end up getting yourself killed!"
"Fine, Garth. Remember that when you're crawling back to me!" William shot back.
Then he turned to Otha, eyes cold, and warned, "If you wanna jump in, I don't mind taking down the whole Film Association too."
Otha was floored.
William was way too cocky!
He even wanted to take down the Film Association!
Otha's shoulders shook.
He thought William would pull back because of their threats.
Everyone in the film biz wanted to stay on the Film Association's good side.
William had some serious guts.
"William, do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that? Aren't you scared I'll come after your film company? Even Alan shows me respect!" Otha boasted.
William just smiled coolly and asked, "You sure Alan would respect you?"
Otha gulped, knowing he was bluffing.
He just wanted to freak William out.
Otha blushed and bragged, "Yeah, even if Alan were here, he'd call me Mr. Soderberg respectfully!"
William chuckled, pulled out his phone, made a call, and said calmly, "Come in."
Garth and Otha exchanged confused looks, not sure what he meant.
"What do you mean? Who else is coming?" Otha asked, a bit freaked out.
Did William set them up?
Before he could react, a squad of bodyguards stormed in.
Meanwhile, Otha saw Alan.
No way!
Otha and Garth started to panic when they saw Alan asking respectfully, "Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?"
William nodded coolly, looked at Otha, and said, "He said even you would call him Mr. Soderberg. That true?"
Alan frowned, straightened up, looked at Otha, and sneered, "Otha? Who do you think you are?"
Otha was sweating bullets.
Otha said with a forced smile, "Mr. Jordan, didn't expect to see you here."
Otha had no choice but to bow his head. He used to follow Alan, but he left the group years ago for a better gig.
Alan snorted, eyes cold, and said, "Otha, now that you're the big shot at the Film Sub-Association, you think you're above me?"
Otha, sweating nervously, bowed deeply and said, "No way. You got it wrong."
Garth was also scared out of his mind.
How could Alan be so respectful to this young dude?
What was going on?
Alan shot Otha a cold look and said, "Otha, stay out of this. Mr. Jones doesn't want any drama, but if you keep backing Garth, get ready for the fallout!"
Otha frowned, glanced at Garth, and they seemed to have a silent convo.
Garth flashed two fingers.
William noticed but didn't give a damn.
The endgame was gonna be the same anyway.
Then, Otha straightened up, chuckled, and said, "Mr. Jordan, times have changed. You can't just throw your weight around and expect me to fold."
Otha was scared of Alan.
But fear wasn't gonna fix things.
Otha and Garth had long been in the same boat, for better or for worse.
William stepped up, grabbed a stack of papers from Patricia, flipped through them, and tossed them at Otha, saying, "Otha, 43, from Lindwood City. You ran small gangs, made cash by crushing rivals, got busted for accidental injury, then jumped into the film biz. These papers show you climbed up through dirty tricks."
Otha picked one up, glanced at it, and freaked out.
How could this be?
He had obviously destroyed all evidence, but he still found out.
After a quick look, Otha suddenly laughed and snapped, "You think this crap can take me down?"
William's eyes went icy, and he said coolly, "Unrepentant."
Otha yelled, "Screw this! I don't believe you can take me down!"
William didn't bother arguing and said, "Don't come crying to me later."
With that, he turned and walked out.
A big crew followed him out of the café.
Watching William and his crew leave, Otha and Garth exchanged looks, their eyes full of murderous intent.
"What now?" Garth asked, a bit rattled.
Otha frowned deeply, not wanting to admit, "William's not as simple as we thought. Even Alan's at his beck and call."
William came in hot, and his moves were relentless, making Garth lost.
Garth thought for a moment and didn't want to push his luck. "Otha, I think William's got some trump cards up his sleeve. We should rethink this."
He was out of ideas.
Otha rubbed his chin and said to Garth, "No matter who he is, he has put us in danger and we must make him pay!"
With that, Otha made a throat-slitting gesture.
The message was clear.
Garth was stunned at first, then after a moment, he nodded hard in agreement.
Otha immediately made a phone call.
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