Chapter 406 Kill Your Entire Family!
The next moment, Daniel froze in shock.
Standing outside the room were several burly men in black, each holding a dark handgun. Their entire demeanor radiated coldness.
One look told Daniel these weren't people to be trifled with.
A slender-jawed young man with an effeminate air walked in slowly, his gaze sweeping the presidential suite before settling on Daniel.
"Take him," the young man ordered with a casual wave.
Immediately, two men stepped forward, grabbed Daniel by the arms, and began dragging him out.
"What are you doing?! Security! SECURITY!" Daniel struggled and shouted, but to no avail.
At the Harris Manor, Isaac looked Daniel up and down. "So this is Noah's father-in-law?"
"Who are you people? Why have you kidnapped me? Don't you know this is illegal?" Daniel was bound tightly with rope, his face bruised and swollen.
After being taken from the Hilton, he'd been hooded, stuffed into a car, and brought here. Each time he struggled during the journey, he received a punch.
By the time they arrived, his entire body ached, which had considerably dampened his resistance.
"If you have a grudge against that worthless Noah, go after him! Why take me? I didn't do anything to you!" Daniel continued ranting. "If you'd beaten him up, I'd have been happy! But instead, you kidnap me? What sense does that make?"
"Noisy!" Isaac waved his hand impatiently. "Take him away and lock him up. No food, no water—let him starve for a few days. And call Noah."
"Yes, sir."
Hawk signaled for Daniel to be taken away. Then he picked up his phone and dialed Noah's number. With the Harris family's resources, finding Noah's number was effortless.
"Uncle Isaac, he's on the line." Hawk handed the phone to Isaac.
"Noah, this is Isaac, head of the Harris family," Isaac said coldly into the phone.
Meanwhile, in Tomas's study at the Eyfel Hotel, Noah answered the call.
"Noah, I admit I underestimated you before. In my eyes, you were at most a wealthy businessman with some iridium metal, but still an insignificant ant before the Harris family," Isaac's grim voice came through.
"But I never expected you to push things this far—to the point where even Mayor Ward had to step in."
"Investigating our factories, controlling public opinion... impressive tactics! I commend you!"
"Did you call just to waste my time with this nonsense?" Noah replied calmly.
"You're a smart one, so I'll get straight to the point," Isaac said with a slight note of surprise, then continued ominously:
"Right now, all negative news, videos, and posts about the Harris family across East Eagleland have been deleted—not just by me, but by the government!"
"And I have your father-in-law in my custody!"
"Noah, you're finished! You have no more cards to play. The Harris family has thrived for over a century. While you've surprised me, you're still just a small fry. The Harris family cannot be toppled by someone like you."
Isaac continued, "Now, I have several conditions. If you agree to them, I can pretend this never happened."
"First, come to the Harris Manor immediately and kneel for three days to repent for your actions!"
"Second, hand over all your iridium metal to the Harris family as compensation!"
"Third, my nephew Rhett finds your wife attractive. I want you to strip her naked and send her to serve Rhett in bed for three days."
"Agree to these three conditions, and everything can be forgotten."
"And if I refuse?" Noah scoffed.
"Then death awaits!" Isaac's voice turned ice-cold and murderous.
"Your father-in-law dies! And as long as you're in Silverlight City, I can find you. Then your wife dies! Your sister, your sister-in-law, your brother-in-law—all dead! I will kill your entire family!"
"Kill my entire family? I'll be waiting." Noah couldn't be bothered with further conversation and hung up.
"This brat dares to hang up on me! He doesn't know what's good for him!" Isaac frowned at the disconnected call.
"Uncle Isaac, this Noah is arrogant. Let's kill his father-in-law first!" Hawk suggested, drawing his finger across his throat.
"It's now 2:30 PM. I'll give him one hour," Isaac said, checking his watch. "If Noah doesn't show up, kill his father-in-law first. Then mobilize everyone in the Harris family. Use all resources to locate Noah's family members and eliminate them all!"
"I'll teach him that a family like ours cannot be insulted!"
"Yes, sir!" Hawk nodded.
Back in the study at the Eyfel Hotel, Tomas pushed open the door. "Mr. Anderson, all the equipment has been purchased."
Behind him followed two people carrying various pieces of equipment—cameras, tripods, lenses—all essential for video recording. After entering, they began setting up.
Noah nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out two round medals. They felt cold to the touch—the Oceanbridge City Good Citizen Award and the Silverlight City Good Citizen Award.
"Mr. Savage, are you sure this plan will work?" Noah looked at Tomas.
"Rest assured, Mr. Anderson, this method will definitely work!" Tomas replied confidently. "In today's society, those who follow traditional media like the Silverlight City Daily are far fewer than those who consume short videos."
"Since the government is helping the Harris family suppress public opinion, we'll approach through emerging media—short videos and livestreams—to truly amplify the message."
"And only you, Mr. Anderson, can do this! No one else could pull it off!"
"Of course, when you speak, don't mention that the government is suppressing information. Say it's the Harris family doing it, understand?"
Noah's eyes flickered thoughtfully before he nodded. "I understand."
"We've paid top dollar to get preferential treatment from East Eagleland's leading short video and livestreaming platforms. When you go live, you'll receive promotion, and hundreds of millions of people will see you."
"Mr. Anderson, be prepared!"
"I will."
Another knock came at the door.
A member of Respect Noah Pavilion entered. "Noah, we've found the people and brought them here."
Three people walked into the study—two men and one woman, all in their forties or fifties. They looked gaunt, wearing clothes with patches, appearing utterly destitute.
"The two on the left—their wives worked at Nathaniel's factory. One was literally worked to death, the other committed suicide. To this day, the Harris family hasn't given them any explanation or compensation."
The member explained, "The one on the right—his son was only fifteen, a child laborer, also worked to death in the Harris factory."
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