Chapter 402 Bodhi Seriously Injured
At Old Memories Nightclub.
Noah arrived at his destination about half an hour later.
Night had fallen, yet the club was in darkness, its entrance firmly shut.
Two burly men stood guard at the door, hands tucked inside their jacket pockets, eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
"Noah!" Several Buick vans pulled up beside him. Members of Respect Noah Pavilion emerged and lined up respectfully before him—about ten in total, not counting those assigned to protect Lisa.
More vans arrived moments later. Doors swung open as people filed out—a mix of Respect Noah Pavilion members and Sidney's subordinates.
Sidney's men carried black handguns, their expressions deadly serious. They'd been briefed on the dangerous nature of tonight's operation, hence the firearms.
Sidney approached Noah with a respectful bow. "Mr. Anderson!"
Noah surveyed the assembled force—around fifty men in total between Sidney's crew and Respect Noah Pavilion. He gave a slight nod. "Let's go in. Anyone who gets in our way—kill them."
"Yes, sir!" At these words, Sidney's entire demeanor transformed, his body suddenly radiating murderous intent.
The formidable procession moved toward the nightclub entrance.
"Harris family business. Turn back now!" The two guards shouted when they spotted the approaching crowd, their hands reaching for weapons concealed in their pockets.
Two gunshots cracked through the night air. One of Noah's men had already drawn and fired, leaving the guards no time to react.
They crumpled to the ground, blood seeping from bullet holes in their foreheads.
"Bring the bodies inside to avoid attracting attention," Noah ordered coldly as he strode toward the entrance. "Four men stay here to guard the door. Six more secure all emergency exits."
"Yes, sir!"
Inside, Noah looked up to see about fifteen armed men positioned along the second-floor railing. Spotting Noah's group, they opened fire without hesitation.
A barrage of gunshots filled the air. Bullets struck the floor, sending sparks flying. Two of Sidney's men collapsed into pools of blood.
"Find cover!" Noah bellowed, diving behind a stone pillar. The others reacted swiftly, seeking shelter and waiting for opportunities to return fire. Both sides engaged in fierce combat.
Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor, a slender-jawed, effeminate-looking young man flinched at the sound of gunfire.
"What's that noise?" It was Hawk.
A guard burst through the door, blood streaming from his left arm. "Mr. Harris, Noah's brought people! They're in a firefight with our men—we're losing ground fast!"
"Noah's here? With reinforcements?" Hawk's face registered shock, then fury. "What the hell is Rhett doing? Wasn't he supposed to handle Noah?"
"Mr. Harris, what should we do now?" the wounded guard asked urgently.
"How many people did Noah bring?" Hawk's voice turned ice-cold.
"Over fifty, and some of them are crack shots. We've already lost three or four men!"
"Over fifty!" Hawk's pupils contracted. "Where did Noah get so many men? And with such skill?"
His expression darkened as he realized he'd underestimated his opponent.
According to Harris family intelligence, Noah was just some rich guy from Oceanbridge City who'd somehow acquired iridium metal and consequently made enemies with the Harris family.
But even if Noah was wealthy, he shouldn't have had so many armed men at his disposal. With Eagleland's strict gun laws, money alone wasn't enough to acquire such weapons—you needed connections.
"Seems this Noah has ties to the underworld as well," Hawk muttered, his gaze flickering. "How much longer can your men hold?"
"Two minutes, maybe three," the guard replied.
"Hold them off! We're leaving through the emergency exit right now." Hawk glanced sideways at the floor where two figures lay—Bodhi and Lyric. Both were covered in blood, their breathing shallow, looking near death.
In Hawk's hand was a thick stack of papers titled "Share Transfer Agreement." Every page bore Bodhi's signature and red fingerprint.
"If Uncle Isaac hadn't specified that Bodhi is still something of a public figure in Silverlight City, and killing him might damage the Harris family reputation, he'd already be a corpse," Hawk said coldly.
"But with Bodhi's fingerprints on these papers, and our influence in the courts, this contract will stand even if it was signed under duress. Bodhi's shares now belong to the Harris family!"
He gripped the contracts tighter. "I left Noah to Rhett, but that was clearly a mistake! For Noah to bring over fifty armed men—our intelligence clearly underestimated him."
"Let's go!" he barked, and with that, he and three bodyguards raced toward the second-floor emergency exit.
Downstairs, gunfire continued to echo, but in less than a minute, the shooting stopped. All the Harris family men on the second floor lay motionless in pools of blood, completely wiped out.
Noah led his men upstairs and pushed open the private room door. He immediately spotted Bodhi and Lyric lying on the floor.
"Bodhi." Noah's expression darkened as he cradled Bodhi's head. "Bodhi, Bodhi!"
"Contract... Hawk... share contract..." Bodhi struggled to open his eyes, his voice barely audible before he passed out.
Noah's eyes flashed with understanding. "Go, to the exit!" he shouted, racing toward the emergency exit.
Clearly, Hawk was responsible for Bodhi's injuries and had somehow forced him to sign over his shares.
If that contract went through, Noah's nine billion dollars might have been wasted, while the Harris family would reap all the benefits.
Just as Noah reached the exit, two gunshots rang out. The two men guarding the emergency exit fell to the ground.
"Goodbye, Noah!" A military-green SUV drove past. Hawk leaned out the window, contract in one hand, middle finger raised in the other, his face twisted in mockery.
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