Chapter 69: Go to Hell
Seeing a bright light in the distant night sky, Jonathan and Daniel simultaneously tensed up. Despite their years of mingling in the underworld, this was their first time being involved in such a grand yet unevenly matched gang fight.
Despite their bold words at the hospital entrance, the sight of Charles's convoy lights approaching filled them with panic and left their minds blank. In that moment, they thought of many things, yet it felt like nothing could penetrate their thoughts.
Separated by a road and unable to see each other clearly, both men began to tremble. Holding their guns, they closed their eyes and prayed silently, though they weren't sure what to pray for. They hoped their appearance with guns would intimidate the enemy, but what if it didn't?
Henry had instructed them not to aim for vital spots, but they weren't even sure if they had the courage to shoot at all.
The first SUV stopped to Henry's left, followed by a taxi stopping in front of him. Henry kept his eyes fixed on the SUV, waiting for Charles to step out. The following cars gradually stopped, while several motorcycles turned onto the path leading to the kiln.
Charles's plan was to have the bikers check the kiln for Henry's presence and then inform him via phone. Until then, everyone was to stay in their vehicles.
As the convoy's engines turned off, some people began to get out of the taxis behind, but there was no movement from the first SUV.
At that moment, Brandon's voice echoed from the distant road, "Henry, Henry—"
Jonathan and Daniel, who heard him first, were stunned, unsure of what was happening. Henry was also taken aback.
Even without Brandon's arrival, Henry wouldn't have acted rashly. He was someone who never acted without seeing his target clearly. Brandon's sudden appearance disrupted his plan.
Hearing Brandon's shout, the men in the rearmost cars immediately got out. The first two drew gleaming machetes from their backs.
Seeing this, Brandon stopped and, noticing he was near Henry's ambush, shouted loudly, "Charles is in the sixth taxi! Charles is in the sixth taxi—"
Seeing two thugs rushing at him with machetes, Brandon turned to flee, but they were too quick. One thug's machete slashed at his head, while the other kicked his electric bike, toppling it. Brandon fell to the side, avoiding the machete but getting slashed on the shoulder, letting out a scream.
Hearing that Charles was in the sixth taxi, Henry didn't have time to think and charged towards it. Brandon's shout, while informative, also alerted Charles that they weren't waiting at the kiln but were ambushing nearby.
Henry didn't know how Brandon knew Charles was in the rear car, but risking his life to inform him meant the intel was solid. Before Charles and his men could react, Henry had to subdue Charles first.
Indeed, upon hearing Brandon's shout, Charles's men began getting out of their cars, realizing Henry's men were nearby.
According to their plan, Jonathan and Daniel were to fire into the air if there was any commotion near Henry. But now, with no noise from Henry's side and Brandon's scream, Jonathan panicked and fired at the taxi's passenger window, assuming Charles was there.
Startled by the gunshot and shattering glass, Daniel fired at the taxi's rear seat window. The cab driver ducked, thinking his life was over. The other drivers were terrified, some having experienced gang fights before but never with guns involved.
Charles's men, hearing the gunshots, were stunned. The two thugs holding Brandon's arms stopped beating him and looked ahead.
Charles, experiencing gunfire for the first time, was sitting in the back seat when the window shattered, covering him in glass. He and the men beside him ducked, and Charles, pulling out his gun, fired twice in Daniel's direction.
By then, Henry had arrived. As Charles hesitated to continue shooting, he suddenly felt his right wrist gripped like a vice. His fingers loosened, and the gun was gone. Henry yanked him out of the car, pinning him against the window, cutting his chest and back on the broken glass.
Before Charles could scream, Henry pressed his gun to his forehead and shouted, "Go to hell!"
What the hell! Under normal circumstances, wouldn't Henry ask if he surrendered? If he said yes, they would negotiate. But this guy was ready to kill him without a word.
Charles shuddered, wetting himself in fear.
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