Winner Takes All
Chapter 530 Begging Lyndall to Help Me Kill One Person!

Twilight merged into the night.

Thick dark clouds rolled in and covered the entire city.

The clouds also dispersed the dry heat of autumn.

It was raining drizzlingly.

A hazy mist also rose above the sparkling river.

The taverns and restaurants along the riverbank were also a little bit more atmospheric as the rain fell in succession.

With the gorgeous neon lights, the haze was beautiful.

However, "Plum Bar" remained empty tonight.

In contrast to the few bars and restaurants not far away, it seemed incredibly deserted.

The neon-lit entrance was empty, marking with a sign, "No reception tonight".

The sentence made the few men who had come in the rain together irritated and left cursing.

In the distance, two beams of light came over.

The Rolls Royce came slowly and parked in the parking slot outside the "Plum Bar”.

The door opened. Brent and Mr. Ward got off the car first.

They then carried Jack down from the car.

"Has the place been cleared?"

Jack smiled faintly. His eyes were cold and stern.

"Even a dog dares to bark at Young Master one after another. It seemed like George Hughes already improves a lot, and the dogs he adopted are all so distinguished." Mr. Ward smiled teasingly, displaying endless coldness in his eyes.

Then, Mr. Ward looked at Brent, "If you really want to do it, just kill him at once. This dog will never give up until he is consigned to the grave."

"Okay!"

Brent nodded his head and pushed Jack towards "Plum Bar".

Meanwhile.

Inside the "Plum Bar", the entire tavern was decorated like a courtyard. The courtyard surrounded a central atrium.

In the hall deep inside, there were bright lights.

There was a lot of noise and laughter.

In front of a huge round table, Lyndall sat loftily on the main seat. Frowning, he looked unhappily at the women who were surrounding him, accompanying him to drink. He... didn't like such a scene.

In his opinion, every hero loved to have a big business as well as a beautiful woman, but any man who was obsessed with women and wine could never become a hero. Or... even a warrior!

He narrowed his eyes and took a side-glance at Charlie who was sitting at the side.

At this time, Charlie was hugging several women. His face was full of lustful smiles. He looked very excited and would ask more women to entertain him recklessly. This disgusted Lyndall in his heart.

After taking a side-glance at Willy on the other side, his mind calmed down a little.

Even though Willy was also hugging several women, he was sober and not completely immersed in beauty. He was more like putting on an act on the spot.

"Come, come, Lyndall. I am really fortunate to have you here today. I would like to give you a toast."

Charlie's laughter made Lyndall regain his consciousness.

He smiled faintly and picked up his glass. Standing, he clinked his glass with Charlie's and finished the wine in one go.

AfterCharlie finished his wine, he spoke eloquently to the people present, "I, Charlie would like to thank Lyndall's kindness, for giving me the chance to be what I am today. To be honest, back when I committed a crime and was almost killed, it was Lyndall who saved me in the end. He is the saviour of my life."

His sentence was true, but it also made Lyndall be in the center of attention.

Everyone shouted their approval.

Immediately afterwards, Charlie poured wine into his glass again and raised his glass.

"Lyndall, let me toast you again. It is because you saved my life back then that I am who I am today."

Charlie smiled and waved his hand, pointing to the audience, "In the end, the establishing of the HT real estate agency in the city today would not have been possible without Lyndall's grace back then." Lyndall was silent as he got up and raised his glass, drinking it all again.

Two glasses in quick succession drew applause from the audience.

Lyndall smiled and said to Charlie, " 'Fly', I am flattered. You have strived to achieve what you have achieved today. I had only done a small job back then." "Fly"!?

Charlie's smile froze for a moment, but he returned to normal in an instant and said with a smile, "Lyndall, please don't call me 'Fly' in front of so many people?"

"Hahaha... Yes, yes, Charlie, Mr. Gill!" Lyndall smiled spontaneously. As the underground king, he had his insistence and bottom line in his heart, as well as the ability to put on an act at the drinking scene. The purpose of tonight's drink was to talk about their past time. WhatCharlie said was indeed their past time, so Lyndall did not feel disgusted about it.

However, when he saw Charlie pouring a third glass of wine again, he smiled and raised his hand to stop it.

"Mr. Gill, to be honest, I have another purpose of visiting here tonight. I can just drink a little for tonight."

The previously lively atmosphere suddenly turned a bit cold with Lyndall's words.

Charlie looked at Lyndall helplessly and said with a smile, "Lyndall, we haven't seen each other for so many years. Tonight I am happy and have set up this drink. Why don't you just show respect to me and let's drink more?"

"Yes, yes. We must drink more when we meet our friends."

"Lyndall, you are the underground king and I have heard of your fame for a long time. I am lucky to meet you today. I must drink more to show my respect to you."

"Lyndall, Mr. Gill has been with us for so long, but today is the first time he drinks so much with us. He really respects you."

Lyndall was speechless.

The crowd also shouted their approval.

Lyndall was smiling, but he was a little disgusted in his heart.

He quickly glanced at everyone as if he could understand their mind!

It was not that he was a snob, but after a certain point, people could only mix with those who had the same status with them or those who had a higher status with them.

Moreover, according to his data, apart from Charlie, these people here were really just "mongrels".

These people might be considered to be the "big shots", but in his eyes, their words of asking him to drink more were just like mosquitoes chattering.

Willy raised his eyebrows and guessed what Lyndall was thinking.

"Come, come. Mr. Gill, Lyndall cannot drink much today, so I will drink the third glass of wine with you on behalf of him."

However.

When Willy had just lifted his glass, Charlie put his glass down with disinterest.

This scene undoubtedly made the atmosphere in the room even colder.

It also made Willy stand frozen on the spot.

Charlie wiped his face and said earnestly, "My respect for Lyndall has never changed, and it is already a blessing for me that Lyndall is here tonight. How dare I ask for a drink and revelry with Lyndall?"

His words were not sincere but sarcastic.

Lyndall waved his hand and gestured to Willy to take his seat.

Then he smiled and said, "There is really something I have to do for today. I cannot drink much tonight and I will definitely drink more with Mr. Gill next time."

Charlie nodded his head and looked at Lyndall seriously, showing a bit of drunkenness in his eyes.

"Lyndall, is it true that you cannot agree to what I have begging you for?"

Lyndall shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm sorry."

"Since you are so resolute, I won't stop you, but I have a request for you. I hope you will agree to it for the sake of our friendship."

As he spoke, he suddenly got up and knelt on the ground in front of everyone. "I will never let you work for nothing, and I will definitely reward you with money after the job is done." Request?!

Lyndall frowned slightly. His calm face no longer concealed his disgust.

"Charlie, we promised to talk only about our past time!"

"I know, but with your power as the underground king, this matter is very easy to settle, please help me, Lyndall."

Charlie kowtowed in public. His head hit the ground with a thud.

He could lower his status to such an extent in front of the public, which most people could not do.

Lyndall was a bit helpless and he asked casually, "What is it?"

"Killing someone!" Charlie was surprised and happy as he looked up and said.

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became stern and cold.

Lyndall shrugged his shoulders and asked noncommittally, "That depends on killing who!"

"As long as you agree, killing him is just like killing a chicken or a dog," Charlie smiled confidently.

At that moment.

A man ran in and reported with a solemn expression, "Mr. Gill, the person is here!"

Charlie smiled brutally, "Lyndall, the man who I begged you to kill is outside now!"☐☐☐