Some of the parties voluntarily admitted it before, and later it was identified by the Russians. Seeing that Robert was more and more suspected of being the attacker, Wesley knew that if he didn't do anything about it, their plan would go wrong.
So, Wesley said: "With all due respect, I don't think these statements can prove anything."
"Oh? Do you think my men are telling lies?" Vladimir stared at Wesley closely, and the attitude of the other party made him a little suspicious: "Or, you don't want me to find out who killed my brother?"
"Definitely not, you may have misunderstood me. Regarding the situation that night, I don't rule out the possibility that your subordinates are wrong. I just want to be more certain. After all, my employer also paid a bounty," Wesley explained calmly.
"I'm not mistaken, it's this Asian guy, I remember his beard!" the Russian Ross thug tried to insist, absolutely convinced he had the right man.
Frank was silent—he didn't know what to say. It's not like he could just announce, "This guy doesn't even have a beard."
Vladimir said coldly, "Then how do you want to prove it?"
"I heard you lost a lot of people that night, most of them handled by another attacker. Clearly, whoever did it is no ordinary thug." Wesley smiled confidently, turning to Robert. "But look at this guy—he doesn't look like he's had professional training. I don't think he's capable of something like that."
Hearing his strength being questioned, Robert flared up: "What do you mean, Four-Eyes? Are you saying I'm weak? Frank, tell them how I rode a motorcycle and took out a group of armed thugs with just a pistol!"
"..." Wesley took a deep breath. He hadn't even accused the guy of anything, but Robert had just confessed it all in a single breath. Was he always this impulsive?
"Why are you even here?" Frank asked. He knew what Robert was capable of—the uncanny healing and sharpshooting. There was no way this guy should've been caught so easily.
Robert answered with a straight face: "Can't you tell? I'm here to rescue you."
Frank glanced at Robert, bound by ropes and hopping like a fool. "Sorry," he thought. "It really doesn't look like that."
When Robert proudly admitted what happened that night, and seeing Frank's very familiar expression, Vladimir immediately realized the truth—this was their other attacker. Enraged, he stepped forward, ready to punch Robert in the face.
But before he could move, a cold flash of steel stopped at his neck.
Wade, holding a Katana, casually warned, "That's against the rules. He's my guy until I get paid. Touch him again, and we'll see if you can pay in blood."
"Exactly!" Robert shouted from behind Wade like he was hiding behind his older brother.
Feeling the icy blade at his neck, Vladimir froze. He could sense real danger here. "Transfer the money," he ordered one of his men.
Within half a minute, Wade's phone buzzed. It was Weasel confirming the payment on the dark web.
Wade checked the message and suddenly fumed. "Why is it only $2.5 million? Where's the other $150?!"
Vladimir's expression soured. Wesley frowned—the situation was spiraling. "I need to consult my employer..."
Wade didn't even let him finish. He pointed his second Katana at Wesley. "No one's got time for your middle-management excuses. Just pay up."
"Fine." Wesley eventually gave in, quietly transferring the remaining funds.
But even as the money left his account, Wesley's eyes went cold.
No way would they let someone walk away after hearing so much.
"This is a good boy. Now you're his people," Wade smirked, tossing the rope and pushing Robert forward.
Vladimir blinked. "Wait... we're his?"
Wesley realized the shift in tone and shouted, "Shoot them both!"
But Robert moved faster.
From under his coat, two pistols snapped into view. His eyes locked on every threat in the room.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—
Silent flashes. Deadly precision.
Gangsters dropped like flies, their foreheads blooming red.
Outside the door, more rushed in—only to be sliced apart by Wade's spinning Katana.
In mere seconds, the gang was annihilated.
Only Vladimir and Wesley were left standing.
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