Chapter 216 Larry's Fury
Everyone knew Chloe was backed by Black Dragon, who had pissed off all the big shots in Sunset City, and they all wanted him dead.
But before any of them could make a move, word got out that Black Dragon was dead in Cedar Grove, Southwild.
Now Justin was saying Chloe was Black Dragon's wife.
"Larry, the Lewis Family's son-in-law Larry, is Black Dragon?" Alexander's face was a mask of shock.
"Shut up and get Chloe out of here. You wanna die?" Justin was losing his patience.
"Remember, before I touch her, no other man sees her naked."
"Got it." Alexander nodded without a second thought.
In his mind, Chloe had to be connected to the dead Black Dragon, which is why Justin said she was his wife.
Chloe was dragged away and bathed by a few women.
After the bath, they took her to a room in Willow Creek Lodge.
Meanwhile, Alexander set up a camera.
Even if he couldn't get with her, watching would be good enough.
And since Justin was all busted up, he'd need help. Then Alexander could take over. After Justin had his fun, Chloe would have to listen to him.
In a room at Willow Creek Lodge, Chloe curled up under the covers, only her head peeking out.
Hearing footsteps outside, she started to shake.
The door opened, and Justin was carried in, with Alexander and a few goons tagging along.
Alexander had already set up the camera.
Once Justin was in the room, he said, "Alexander, be careful with the filming. Don't get me in the shot. I don't want to be the star."
"Mr. Carter, relax. I used to do this for a living. The angle will be perfect."
Justin ordered his men to strip him, and soon he was stark naked. They carried him onto the bed. "Chloe, if you don't want to suffer, serve me yourself."
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
A man in a black trench coat, seething with rage, walked in. It was Larry, who had rushed over.
Everyone in the room turned to the door. Seeing Larry, they all started to laugh.
Alexander sneered, "So it's the Lewis Family's son-in-law. Here to watch your wife get humiliated?"
With a dark and terrifying look, Larry clenched his fists and walked over.
Alexander shouted, "Grab him!"
A few goons pulled out machetes and charged at Larry.
Larry shifted slightly, dodged a slash, and grabbed one of the goon's wrists.
The goon screamed in pain. Larry then snatched the machete, itching to slash them.
But thinking of Chloe, he didn't want her to see a bloodbath. He kicked the goon, sending him flying.
These thugs were no match for Larry, getting knocked down in no time.
Larry walked to the bed and picked up Chloe, who was wrapped in the blanket.
He wrapped her up and turned to leave.
"Stop him!" Justin roared.
But all the goons were down, leaving only Alexander.
Seeing Larry about to leave, Alexander quickly pulled out a gun and fired.
Larry waved his hand, and a silver needle shot out, intercepting the bullet.
He threw another silver needle, and Alexander dropped to the ground.
Without looking back, he turned and left. Chloe, in his arms, started to cry.
"It's okay now," Larry kept comforting her, "I'm sorry, I came too late."
He carried Chloe outside to a car.
It was Frank's usual ride, but since Frank was in the hospital, Amelia was driving.
He carried Chloe into the car.
"Larry, Sam's still in the basement," Chloe suddenly remembered and blurted out.
"Got it." Larry put Chloe down and told Amelia, "Take her to Mortal Clinic first."
Amelia nodded and reminded him, "Larry, be careful."
"A bunch of losers, I'm not scared." Larry's face was ice-cold as he turned and left.
Amelia glanced at Chloe in the back seat without saying a word, started the car, and drove off.
Larry walked back into Willow Creek Lodge, dialing Free on his phone.
"I'm at Willow Creek Lodge in the suburbs. Get here in an hour to clean up." He hung up and headed straight for the basement.
In the basement, there were a bunch of guards. Larry walked in and took them all out.
He found Sam tied to a chair, a pool of blood around him.
Larry frowned slightly as he walked over to check Sam's pulse and examine his injuries.
"He's in bad shape."
Sam's knees were shattered, his hands broken, and he had endured brutal torture. He was barely hanging on.
Larry untied him. Sam's body immediately slumped, but Larry caught him in time.
Sam woke up in a daze, saw Larry, and wanted to curse him but was too weak to speak.
Larry took out a few silver needles to keep him alive, then carried him out of the basement.
There was a commotion outside.
Larry hadn't even left the basement when hundreds of people gathered outside, armed with weapons like iron pipes and long machetes.
"Kill him." Timothy stood behind the mob.
His expression was dark as he coldly said, "Larry, I never thought you'd dare to show up. Today will be your last."
Larry coldly stared at the mob in front of him.
"With just this bunch of losers, you think you can take me?"
He carried Sam and walked out step by step.
Hundreds of people, armed with weapons, rushed at Larry. They raised their machetes and slashed at him.
Even though Larry was carrying someone, these people were no match for him. He continuously dodged, avoiding a series of attacks while looking for opportunities to strike.
He showed no mercy, taking them down with each move.
Soon, hundreds of people were lying on the ground.
These people either had broken legs or broken hands, all lying on the ground in a miserable state.
Timothy was completely terrified.
He knew Larry was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this overwhelming. Even while carrying the severely injured Sam, he was still so terrifyingly formidable that over a hundred people were no match for him.
He pulled out a gun, but his hand was trembling. "Don't move, or I'll shoot you." Sweat appeared on his forehead.
Larry reached to his lower back, pulled out a silver needle, and raised his hand. The silver needle shot out.
Before Timothy could fire, the silver needle pierced his body, and he fell to the ground.
Larry placed Sam on the ground, went upstairs, and dragged Justin to the window, throwing him directly from the second floor.
Outside, there was a heart-wrenching scream.
It was the second floor, not very high. Justin wasn't killed by the fall. But his bones were all broken.
Alexander lay on the ground, watching Larry walk towards him step by step, his face pale and his teeth chattering, "Mr. Bennett, please spare me."
Larry picked him up like a ragdoll and threw him out the window.
Then, he went to the window, jumped down from the second floor, and landed steadily on the ground.
He dragged Timothy over and casually threw him on the ground.
Then he sat on the steps, lit a cigarette.
"Just because I resigned, does that mean anyone can bully me?"
Larry looked at the bloodied Justin with a cold expression, "I warned you not to mess with Chloe. Why did you have to go and get yourself killed?"
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