Winner Takes All
Chapter 445 Ace In The Hole

The yellow sand was diffuse.

Even the wind became searingly hot in the blazing heat.

Jack and Patrick stared at each other.

Brent, who was on the other side, also ignored his injuries at this point and stared at Patrick in curiosity and doubt.

An uneventful assassination had led to the disappearance of the head of the Hughes Family at his Family.

He had gone into hiding all the way.

It was a mystery to everyone!

Especially since he had just been on a chase.

Patrick was in no hurry, but slowly took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, lit one up, and smoked it.

A thread of smoke slowly exhaled from between his lips and teeth.

Patrick closed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Did you all think that my disappearance was all because of nothing more than a simple assassination?" "Yes," Jack responded.

If Ghost, 18th on Dark Net Assassin Squad's Azrael List, had assassinated his father and caused him to disappear, it wouldn't have made him feel suspicious.

But Ghost had died at Brown's hands. His head was hung above the Hughes Family's plaque for all the people to see.

And his father's disappearance was only due to the assassination of an ordinary assassin. Even that ordinary assassin was killed on the spot!

In other words, the assassin was killed on the spot, while his father, who was actually in a safe state at the time, still disappeared.

"Heh!"

Patrick lifted the corners of his mouth slightly, "Jack, the Hughes Family really isn't as good as you think."

As he spoke, Patrick looked deep into the distance at the still-burning wreckage of the helicopter.

"My disappearance was a necessity. If I hadn't disappeared, not only you and I but also the Hughes Family would have been in crisis."

Boom!

Jack felt a sense of uncertainty as if it were a bolt from the blue.

The Hughes Family ... was in crisis?

What kind of joke was that?

The Hughes Family was the richest family in the world. Even the richest men in the world were nothing more than ants in the mud in front of the Hughes Family. Such a behemoth standing proudly in the city, if there was a crisis, it would have been caused by internal decay, and who from outside could shake it? Even Brent's jaw dropped in disbelief.

Patrick glanced at Jack and Brent and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I know that's hard for you to believe when I say it. But it's true. I, as the head of the Hughes Family, see and know things differently than you do."

He flicked his cigarette away and pointed to the burning wreckage of the helicopter in the distance.

"Do you still think this was just an ordinary assassination, like the three helicopters just now? This was a massacre that came with great fanfare and in groups!"

Jack stared in stunned disbelief at the fire.

He could hear that his father was talking about something, but all the time, he was talking about something else, avoiding the important.

It was clear that his father was not deliberately keeping things from him. Rather, in his current situation, it was not appropriate for him to know.

"Who exactly are you afraid of?" Jack asked the question he was most puzzled about.

From the assassination to his father's disappearance, it was more a case of who he feared than who his father was protecting.

"It's a secret."

Patrick smiled deeply and glanced at Jack, "All you need to know is that the Jeweline Group is an ace in the hole I've left you. It is not only a secret weapon to help you compete for the position of the head of the family, but also capital to help you rise again in the future if you are in distress."

"I've been saving it up for years, and I shouldn't have brought it to light in this crisis caused by Yael. But with me hiding my whereabouts and the Hughes Family forces not being able to be called upon for the time being, I had no choice but to let it come to light."

At this point, Patrick looked deep into Jack's eyes and said with a strange smile, "You're smart enough to follow the trail and come straight to me. But remember, the Jeweline Group is a secret weapon that must never be revealed to anyone again. If you give your secret weapon away and you're done, then the whole game is out of the question."

Jack nodded.

He wasn't stupid, and he knew exactly what a latent behemoth like the Jeweline Group meant.

It was a force powerful enough to rival a nuclear bomb, which could turn the tide at a critical moment.

The deeper it lurked, the more it would help him!

However, the crisis caused by Yael this time had indeed left his father with no choice but to reveal this secret weapon, otherwise, he would not have brought it to light.

Rubbing his face, Jack said apologetically, "I'm sorry for coming to you and putting you through what you just did."

"Silly boy, what comes around will come around sooner or later."

Patrick patted Jack on the shoulder, "Remember, keep the Hunter Family as your secret weapon. When the day comes that you need to use it, the head of the Hunter Family will fight for you. I was worried that the next head of the family would lose his loyalty, but that bond you have with Jeweline has reassured me."

Jeweline?

Jack laughed silently.

It had indeed been a destiny.

He had only helped Jeweline because he felt pity for him as they were in the same distress.

Now that Jeweline had owed him the favor, the Hunter Family would be just as devoted to him as the Hunter Family was now.

"What are you going to do about it?" Jack frowned and pointed to the fire.

With three helicopters surrounding him, his father's whereabouts were already exposed in broad daylight.

What would follow was hard for anyone to predict.

"Don't worry. It's not that easy to kill me."

Patrick shrugged his shoulders and said with disinterest, "As long as I hide the Hunter Family and the Jeweline Group, as long as I want to remain hidden, with those tricks of theirs, they won't be able to find me yet!"

He said.

Patrick looked at Brent, who was pale, and said, "That's all. You go back and get help first. Brent won't hold out for long."

Jack looked at Patrick, wanting to say something.

He had expected all his doubts to be cleared up when he met his father.

But now, all he knew was just a few words.

His father's deliberately evasive instructions deepened the doubts in his mind.

But seeing the way Brent looked, Jack could only push down his doubts.

Brent was not going to hold out for long!

The gunshot wound and the impact hadn't killed him instantly. But the continuous blood loss was enough to kill him! "Wait for me here. I'll be back as soon as I've found a place with mobile phone reception and contacted Mr. Ward." Bracing his tired and aching body, Jack got up and left.

The siege had just ended, and there was no guarantee there wouldn't be another one.

In a situation like this, there was no way he could go straight back into the city to find help.

He could only find somewhere with mobile phone reception.

Brent was in a bad way, and his father was in an equally bad way.

If there was no one around to guard them, they would face a lopsided slaughter once there was the next round of assassinations.

Yet.

Jack hadn't gone far when Patrick's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Jack, watch out for Madam Hughes! And those from the Hughes family!"

Jack froze, veins bulging out of the corners of his eyes. He was a little confused.

He had always been careful of Madam Hughes and those of the Hughes Family, but why was his father admonishing him now?

"I know." Jack did not ask why.

He left at a brisk pace.

"Mr. Hughes, the young master is growing up fast."

Brent suddenly smiled, "He has exceeded all our expectations."

"Indeed, even I can't see through his fighting instincts anymore." Patrick gave an odd smile, "Have you asked him about his childhood?"

"I asked, but the young master doesn't know either."

Brent shook his head and smiled bitterly. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "I don't know who you're afraid of, I know your temperament. I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep the young master in the dark like this. This will only make it harder and harder for you to go, and the situation will become more and more unfavorable for you."

"Heh!"

Patrick's body shook and he smiled to himself, "I'm his father, but I haven't been there for him these past twenty years and haven't given him a happy and secure childhood. Now that Sophie is gone, if I were to lead Jack into trouble again, how would I deserve to be his father?"

As he spoke, Patrick's smiling face grew pale.

A stream of blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth.

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