Chapter 561 Constantine, care to explain?
The second those words left Rex's mouth, the bald guy's face twisted. He raised his hand, ready to smack Rex. "You're asking for it!"
But mid-swing, Rex caught his wrist.
A sickening crack echoed—bone out of socket. The bald guy howled in pain, his face red.
He whipped around to his crew, shouting, "What the hell are you all waiting for? Take them down! Don't wimp out now—remember, we've got the Young family behind us!"
Upon hearing this, the group of balding programmers, with determined looks, rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fight.
These people were initially hired at high prices to secretly develop a product.
It was only later that they learned it was the Young family funding them.
And tonight, the chairman of the Young Group, Constantine, personally invited them to a banquet.
For these ordinary programmers who made a living by coding, this was an unprecedented highlight!
Plus, they had a bit of alcohol tonight, which boosted their courage, so they followed their project manager, Bradley Chambers, to private room No. 6!
They wanted women! To try something new!
Rex watched as the group approached him.
A triumphant smile appeared on his lips.
He kicked the bald man far away.
Then, in a flash, he grabbed another programmer's hand.
A crisp sound, bones dislocated!
Just as the programmer screamed, Rex kicked him away.
He continued to deal with the next one.
All six who came were no exception; each had one hand broken and lay on the ground wailing!
Absolute dominance!
At this moment, the bald man Bradley slowly got up from the ground.
"You're gonna pay for this," he spat. "I'm with the Young family, and they'll ruin your life! You know what happened to the last guy who crossed me? I bashed his skull with a bottle!"
With that, Bradley bolted.
No guessing needed—he was off to call in backup.
.
In under five minutes, rushed footsteps echoed outside the door.
Leading the pack was Constantine!
But when he stepped into private room No. 6 and saw the chaos inside, his already sour expression twisted.
In the middle of the room, a young guy lounged on the couch, casually tapping away at a game on his phone like he'd just started.
Flanking him were two men: one a towering, muscle-bound giant, and the other sharp in a suit and tie.
To the left, a group of barely-dressed women huddled together, their wide eyes filled with fear.
To the right, five men sat in nothing but their underwear, hands and feet bound.
Sticking out of their nostrils were lit cigarettes, burning steadily.
They couldn't shake them off, and every breath brought tears as the smoke seared their nostrils.
It was brutal!
These were the programmers Rex had just taken down, now begging for mercy:
"Please, stop this torture!"
"Ah, put it out! It's burning my nose hairs!"
As for Constantine, the anger in his chest was beyond words.
He always valued his dignity, and now, here he was, throwing a party for his employees, only to face this kind of disrespect.
There was no way he was letting this slide!
Constantine marched into the private room, exuding that big-shot energy, and shot Brent a stern look. "Brent, three years ago, our families were square. What's this all about today? If you don't give me a straight answer, this isn't over!"
Brent met his gaze, cool as ever, and shrugged. "No explanation needed. It is what it is!"
Constantine was stunned.
He thought Brent would come up with some excuse, but he didn't expect him to admit it so openly?
And with such a nonchalant attitude!
Is Brent out of his mind?
Or does he have some hidden card that Constantine doesn't know about?
Thinking of this, Constantine instinctively looked at the young man playing the game in the middle.
From the moment they'd walked in to when he'd spoken to Brent, this kid hadn't even glanced up once.
Someone who could stay that chill in a situation like this—could he be someone important?
Some spoiled rich kid, maybe?
But Constantine didn't recognize him at all.
Still, thinking back to his intel on Brent and Maple Group, he had a sneaking suspicion about who this guy might be.
So he asked, "Is this the chairman of Maple Group, Ryder?"
Ryder snapped, "Don't bug me, I'm in the middle of a clutch play. Talk later!"
As soon as he said that, Ryder's face lit up. He shouted into the mic, "First pentakill, let's go! Hey guys, I've got stuff to handle—wrap this up quick!"
His teammates chimed in, "Got it!"
Two minutes later, Ryder put away his phone.
He stood up and looked at Constantine, clearly annoyed. "Who the hell are you, trying to step to me for these ladies?"
Constantine was caught off guard, struggling to process Ryder's bluntness.
When it finally hit him, his face twisted. This is the new chairman of Maple Group? The guy who played my son Tyler like a fiddle?
Constantine double-checked, "You're really Ryder, the chairman of Maple Group?"
Ryder narrowed his eyes. "Do I need some punk like you to vouch for who I am?"
"You—" Constantine's eyes widened, stunned.
Then his expression changed, and he reached out to Ryder: "Mr. Clark, hello! I'm Constantine Young! What a coincidence running into you like this! I was actually planning to drop by Maple Group to meet you!"
Ryder smirked, brushing off the handshake. "Do I know you?"
Brent stepped in, explaining, "This is Constantine, chairman of the Young Group—one of the top families in New York."
"Oh, well in that case…" Ryder said, finally extending his hand. "Constantine, nice to meet you."
Constantine's jaw tightened, but he kept it professional and shook Ryder's hand. "Mr. Clark, pleasure to meet you."
As they shook, Ryder's eyes locked onto Bradley, the bald guy standing next to Constantine.
Pulling his hand back, Ryder pointed at Bradley. "Constantine, your shiny-headed buddy over there threatened to crack my skull with a bottle. What's that about? And let's not forget, your guys tried to swoop in on our ladies. If it weren't for Rex, I'd be the one taking hits. So, Constantine, care to explain? If this isn't sorted tonight, Maple Group isn't letting this slide with the Young family. When it comes to business, let's see who's got the upper hand!"
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