Chapter 139 Free Has a Favor to Ask
Abigail glanced at Larry. It wasn't that she looked down on him, but he was just too ordinary. Someone like him didn't deserve Chloe.
As Chloe's former best friend, she couldn't let Chloe end up with Larry. She planned to introduce her to Justin instead.
She had her own reasons too. Justin had been chasing her for years, but she never agreed because she was still hung up on her first love. In her heart, she had always felt Larry wasn't dead and was still out there.
Little did she know, the Larry in front of her was her first love. He had been burned, and after reconstructive surgery, his face had changed.
Abigail turned to Larry with a dismissive smirk. "Larry, know your place. Look at yourself. How could you be worthy of Chloe? I'll give you two million dollars to break up with her. With that money, you won't have to worry about anything for the rest of your life."
Larry laughed, thinking, 'Since when did Abigail become so bossy? My relationship with Chloe is none of her business.'
"Sorry, I refuse. Chloe is worth way more than two million dollars. Even if you offered me two billion, I wouldn't leave her," Larry said firmly.
Abigail ignored him. She pulled Chloe aside and said, "Chloe, it's been so long since we got together. Let's go for a walk."
She then dragged Chloe towards the parking lot. Chloe turned and waved to Larry, saying, "You go back first."
Larry didn't follow. He watched as Chloe got into a luxury car.
He touched his nose and murmured, "The Martinez Family seems pretty loaded."
Ten years ago, he had dated Abigail for six months. He knew she was rich, always picked up in fancy cars, but he han't realize how wealthy her family was.
Larry didn't dwell on it. After Chloe left, he hailed a taxi. Before he could get in, a Jeep pulled up beside him.
The window rolled down, and Free waved at Larry from the passenger seat. "Where are you headed? I'll give you a ride."
Larry thought for a moment. Taking a taxi cost money, and a free ride would save him some. He got into Free's car.
Howard was driving. Free moved to the back seat, sat next to Larry, and handed him a special cigarette. Larry took it.
Free lit Larry's cigarette. His behavior was unusual, and Larry was puzzled. 'Free usually avoids me. What's up today?'
"Free, what's your deal?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Free chuckled, "Nothing gets past you, Black Dragon. Yeah, there's a small matter."
Larry took a drag and said calmly, "Spit it out."
Free handed him a confidential document.
Larry glanced at it, then tossed it back. "What does this have to do with me?"
Free explained, "The higher-ups want to form a super special forces team. They're selecting ten thousand people from various military units for special training. Only those who pass the three-month training program will make the team."
"Okay," Larry nodded. "I read the document. But what does it have to do with me? It says you're in charge."
Free smiled, "Black Dragon, I've helped you out a lot recently. Don't you think you should return the favor?"
Larry looked at Free and asked calmly, "What do you want me to do?"
Free immediately said, "You're a hero to all soldiers. I want you to be the chief instructor for the special training."
Larry waved his hand, cutting Free off. "Nah, I'm enjoying my freedom. I don't want any extra hassle."
Free explained, "It's just a title. You won’t need to do much—just show up and give a few words of encouragement. The trainees will be thrilled at the chance to meet Black Dragon and get tips from you. It’ll drive them to work harder."
"Is that so?" Larry thought about it. Free had indeed been helpful since his arrival in Sunset City.
"Alright, I'm in," Larry agreed.
Free was thrilled. With Black Dragon on board, the training program would be a tremendous success.
Who was Black Dragon? A true legend who had fought his way up from the bottom, a terrifying figure who had survived countless battles.
Free had seen Black Dragon in action. He couldn't last a single move against him. "Black Dragon, there's one more thing."
"Just say it," Larry responded, his voice calm and steady.
Free handed Larry another document. "This is an order from the higher-ups. Take a look."
Larry glanced at it and frowned. "Are you serious? Frank is stationed in Southwild. What does forming a special forces team here have to do with Southwild? How can you make him an instructor?"
Free laughed. "He's got nothing better to do, so why not give him something to keep him busy?"
Larry said calmly, "If the higher-ups issued the order, you should just go to Frank directly. Why show it to me?"
Free looked embarrassed. "Everyone knows you. If you don't agree, even with an order, he'll reject it."
Larry thought for a moment. "Fine, I'll ask Frank. If he's up for it, let him go. Training these rookies isn't a bad idea. If he doesn't want to, there's nothing I can do."
Larry put away the document. "Now, take me to Mortal Clinic."
Free nodded and turned to Howard, instructing, "Howard, step on it."
"Okay." Howard started the car and headed to Mortal Clinic.
They arrived at Mortal Clinic soon after.
Last night, Frank got wasted and experienced a wild night. He crashed at Prestige Club and only came back in the morning. On his way back, he ran into a girl named Amelia Cooper and had some misunderstandings with her.
Now, Amelia was at Mortal Clinic.
Inside, Frank looked at the red-haired, sexy-dressed Amelia, who was in her twenties, with a helpless expression. "I told you, it was a misunderstanding. I was just lost in thought and accidentally bumped into you. I didn't mean to take advantage of you. Why won't you let it go?"
Amelia sat on a chair, crossing her legs and swinging them in front of Frank. With a lollipop in her mouth, she said nonchalantly, "I don't care why you bumped into me. The fact is you did, so you have to take responsibility. I don't have anywhere to go for the next three months, so I'll stay here. You provide food and accommodation for three months, and we're square. Otherwise, I'll call the cops and say you harassed me."
She stood up, grabbed Frank's hand, pulled down her dress, and placed his hand on her chest.
"Now your fingerprints are on me. If you don't agree, I'll call the cops." Amelia looked determined to stick to Frank.
"Frank, you brought her back?" came a teasing voice from the doorway.
It was Larry, who had just arrived. As soon as he walked in and saw the scene, he burst out laughing.
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