Chapter 990 Evil Intentions
Both Raylan's men and Anderson's bodyguards were keeping a tight watch on the group of boxers to make sure they did not leave.
Anderson and Chantel had different bodyguards.
The bodyguards for Chantel were ordinary. However, Anderson's bodyguards were specially trained veterans.
They emitted an aura that was different from the underground black-boxing practitioners.
Their aura was chilling and lethal, was born out of the blood-soaked battlefields, and was something that stayed with them forever.
Standing near these bodyguards sent chills down the spine for most people.
And they could not even resist—let alone run—when faced with such intimidation.
Shortly, Raylan offered a solution to the incident.
The group of boxers was Raylan's men, and he did not have the heart to eliminate them. He proposed that the group of boxers apologize to Chantel. All of them would break an arm each so that they could not make a living from black-boxing. Then, the boxers would be free to leave.
However, Chantel was not a hard-hearted woman. She turned pale at the thought of the boxers breaking their arms.
Although she was wilful and not kind, she had never met such a situation.
The screams from outside made her uneasy, and she anxiously asked Clarissa, "Clarissa, is this... a bit too much?"
Up to now, she did not suffer any loss anyway since the truth was revealed.
Clarissa flatly replied, "Aunt Chantel, these boxers are black-boxing practitioners. They live by intimidating others. They harbor evil in their hearts. Without a shred of sympathy, they used their colleague's death to extort money from others. We found out the truth today, but Aunt Chantel, you're no ordinary person, so you are safe. But what if it was somebody else? If they cheated any other person, would that person be as lucky as you? Would that person be able to expose the truth and have a happy ending?"
There was nothing Chantel could say.
Then, Clarissa faced Raylan and said,
"Those with weapons should not use them to bully the weak and innocent. Otherwise, no human can deal with them but the gods. Don't you think so, Mr. Osborn?"
Of course, Raylan understood what Clarissa was implying. Her words were a warning to him.
He could only smile faintly and agreed, "You're right, Mrs. Jordan."
Once again, Clarissa turned to Chantel and whispered, "They must be severely punished, or they will try the same trick again. There will be another victim. You sympathize with them, but who will sympathize with the next victim?"
Only then did Chantel understand and nod her head.
"You are right. These kinds of people are brazen. We can't let them off so easily."
Clarissa smiled thinly in satisfaction.
She then added, "What's more, they lost one of their arms and not their lives. If they turn over a new leaf, they can find other jobs. At the hospital, they can rejoin their broken arms. However, they cannot lift heavy objects or practice boxing. I believe Mr. Osborn is a loyal and considerate person who will not ignore their plight. He will arrange some light jobs for them to pass their time. Isn't that right?"
Her words startled Raylan further.
He thought that Clarissa could only guess the purpose and intention of the boxers.
However, he never expected that Clarissa could read his thoughts as well.
Just like what Clarissa mentioned, Raylan was not a heartless person. These boxers were with him for years. He did not have the heart to let them fend for themselves.
No one understood the life of a boxer better than him. They started training as T-style boxers from a young age. Life and death were in the boxing ring. The money came from their fists, and wealth was in the boxing ring.
The boxers were used to this lifestyle. Now that they could not fight, what could they do outside the boxing ring?
Again, Raylan smiled awkwardly and praised, "Mrs. Jordan is not only brilliant but also good at understanding others. She can guess what is on my mind. In that case, there's nothing to hide. Yes, that's what I've planned, but it's not just for them alone."
Stopping for a moment, he looked at Clarissa before he continued,
"No doubt they're wrong, but they don't deserve to die. I believe you feel the same way too, or you would agree to my proposed punishment. Have you considered that they have no other skills apart from boxing? If I drive them out, how will they survive?"
"Don't give me that trite saying anyone can make a living as long as they work hard. These people wouldn't become boxers if they can take the nine to five grind like everyone else. When they go out, the biggest possibility is that they will go astray and become criminals. Yes, we get to the bottom of things, but who will suffer hardship and pain in the end?"
"When they reach this stage, life is cheap. These unstable factors can easily lead to social unrest. Then, Mrs. Jordan's good intentions not to allow these bad guys to have a good ending will result in a backlash. Won't it be worse if more people get hurt in the end?"
Clarissa stared closely at him.
This man standing in front of Clarissa was thin and wore a pair of gold frame spectacles. In all appearances, he looked like a senior white-collared office worker in an office building. No one could guess he was an underworld kingpin.
Before this, Clarissa thought that she misjudged Raylan. When he made his little speech, she knew that she was not wrong.
How otherwise would he be a first-class student and Anderson's classmate?
He exhibited visions, strong opinions, and groundless fears, which was uncharacteristic of an ordinary man.
As she pondered, Clarissa curled her lips and smiled.
"I understand well what you meant, Mr. Osborn, and I agreed with your point of view. I have no opinion on how you conduct your affairs."
After a brief pause, Clarissa added, "But I hope you can promise that when these people are under your control, they won't commit crimes or break the law."
Immediately, he took on a serious note and vowed, "I can promise. As long as I am here, they won't get a chance to go wrong. If they do, I will bring their heads to seek your pardon, Mrs. Jordan."
His comical antics made Clarissa laugh out loud.
"There's no need for you to seek my pardon. In the end, we're just meddling in your affairs. We have nothing to do with this matter."
As she spoke, Clarissa turned and asked Anderson, "Am I right, Anderson?"
Anderson smiled and nodded.
Then, he held Clarissa's hand and looked intently at Raylan.
"We won't interfere in your affairs. My aunt has nothing to do with this matter. So, I'll take her with me."
Immediately, Raylan nodded and stood up.
"No matter what, I owe you an apology for what happened today. It's my ignorant subordinates who offended Miss Jordan."
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