Chapter 369 Arrest
"Begging won't do you any good! All I care about is the money!" Rooster snapped. "No credit either. Bring me the cash, and your son gets his fix right away."
Terry's face went ashen.
"Dad! Money! I need money!" The student was frantic, shaking Terry's shoulders. "If I don't get a hit soon, I'm really gonna die!"
"Son, hold on!" Tears welled up in Terry's eyes. "I'll sell the house right now. Just hold on, and once I get the money, I'll make sure you get your hit!"
"I need it now!" The student screamed, clenching his fists and cursing. "You're useless, Terry! You can't even come up with a hundred grand! You're a failure! Are you just gonna watch your son die?!"
"Son, you think I'm a failure?" Terry was stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief. Being called a failure by his own son hurt more than anything.
Noah shook his head slightly at the scene. Drugs had truly torn this family apart, turning father and son against each other.
He checked the time, estimating that East and his crew would be arriving soon.
The next moment, the door to Room Two was kicked open!
Four burly men stormed in, their imposing presence sending chills down everyone's spine. It was East and his team.
Noah had secretly sent a message earlier, instructing them to come in and clear the place.
"What's going on?" Rooster's face changed as he looked at the four men. Their cold, menacing aura was unmistakable—they were not ordinary people. A sense of dread crept over him.
"Noah!" East called out. "What's the plan?"
"Handle all these guys—don't hold back. Just make sure nobody gets killed," Noah said calmly.
"Got it!" East nodded and, with a swift step, appeared in front of a small-time thug.
With a single punch, the thug was sent flying, crashing into the wall. The sound of breaking ribs echoed as the thug slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"Get them!" Rooster shouted. He didn't know where these four men had come from, but he knew they were in danger if they didn't act now. The thugs grabbed steel pipes and iron rods, charging at East and his team.
Outside the skating rink, more thugs heard the commotion and rushed towards Room Two.
"North, guard the door!" East shouted, then charged at the other thugs like a tiger among sheep, his attacks powerful and relentless.
The sound of fists hitting flesh filled the air. The thugs were no match for East and his team, and within less than a minute, they were all taken down. Some were unconscious, others lay on the ground groaning, unable to fight.
East and his team were the elite of the Respect Noah Pavilion, and dealing with these small-time thugs was no challenge for them. North held the door firmly, preventing any more thugs from entering.
Seeing this, Rooster's face turned pale with panic. He turned and ran towards the window.
"Trying to run?" East's eyes flashed as he grabbed Rooster's long hair and yanked him to the ground.
Rooster screamed in pain as he was dragged down. "You wanna die?" Rooster reached for his waist and pulled out a black handgun.
"Damn it, he's got a gun!" East cursed, moving even faster. He stomped hard on Rooster's hand, sending the gun skidding across the floor.
"Get on your knees!" East sneered, dragging Rooster over to Noah and kicking him down.
Rooster knelt before Noah, with South and West holding his arms tightly, making his struggles useless.
"Noah, it's done!" East clapped his hands and grinned.
The thugs at the door, seeing Rooster subdued, lost their will to fight. They knew the situation had changed and bolted for the exit, trying to escape.
They were well aware of Rooster's business, and if caught by the police, they would be accomplices and face prison time. As for Rooster, with Eagleland's strict anti-drug laws, he was sure to face the death penalty.
Noah nodded, satisfied with East and his team's performance.
"What's going on?" Terry and the students were dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Just moments ago, Rooster had been so arrogant, and now he was kneeling before a young man.
'Is this kid a cop?' Terry glanced at Noah.
His son, however, was fixated on the white powder on the table. Seeing Rooster subdued, he lunged forward, desperate for a hit.
Noah raised his right hand and struck the student on the neck, causing him to collapse, unconscious.
"Call the police," Noah said, looking at Rooster, not wanting to waste any more words. For scum like him, letting the law handle it was the best option.
"Got it." East pulled out his phone and dialed 911, reporting the drug dealer.
The Galaxy District police responded quickly. Within ten minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air outside the skating rink.
Armed SWAT officers, helmets on, stormed into the rink. There were over a hundred of them.
"Nobody move! Hands on your heads, squat down!"
Everyone outside Room Two was quickly subdued.
The door was broken open, and Galaxy District Police Chief Austin Roberts walked in briskly. He was a man in his fifties, with a resolute face, a straight posture, and sharp eyes, exuding an air of authority.
As he entered, his eyes fell on the mountain of white powder on the desk, and his pupils contracted slightly. "So much!" He estimated there were fifty to sixty pounds of it, and that was just what was out in the open. There were likely more in storage.
Austin glanced at Noah, noting the young man's calm demeanor and unique presence. He then looked at Rooster, understanding the situation.
"Take them all in for questioning!" Austin ordered, waving his hand.
The SWAT officers escorted Noah and the others out of the rink. They spoke to Noah and his group gently, clearly having been briefed by Austin.
Outside, police lights flashed, and sirens blared. The area was cordoned off, with onlookers pointing and whispering.
The air was cool as Noah took a deep breath and got into the police car. Rooster and his men were handcuffed and led away.
In the interrogation room at the Galaxy District police station, Austin closed his notebook and stood up, shaking Noah's hand with a smile. "Mr. Anderson, the interrogation is complete. Thank you for your significant contribution to our anti-drug efforts in Silverlight City."
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