Female Novel
Chapter 303 You Are Going To Suffer Soon
That afternoon, Penny left for work again after lunch.
Nathan chose to stay home and keep his daughter and parents-in-law company.
Suddenly, he received a call from Jack.
"Master, we're in trouble," Jack whispered weakly.
"What happened? Where's Thomas?" Nathan asked, slightly concerned.
"He's hurt!" Jack said in a raspy voice.
He proceeded to tell Nathan about everything that had just transpired. "Carl said that you'll have to
meet him at the Eastern suburbs shooting arena alone by sunset, or else he's going to kill Thomas!"
"Understood,” Nathan said, frowning. "Take care of yourself and anyone who's injured.”
After hanging up, he made another call to Colin Dunne.
He relayed the situation to Colin Dunne
before saying, "I'm going to the Eastern suburbs. You take care of the rest."
After that, he hung up and drove out of his town alone.novelbin
The shooting arena in the Eastern suburbs was also known as the Sharpshooters' Club, and the boss
of the arena was a man named Hunter Zinke.
There were already very few shooting arenas in the country, let alone those that allowed the use of live
rounds.
The Eastern suburbs shooting arena only had the facilities for people to practice using a handgun, but
it was one of a kind in the South.
That would not have been possible if not for Hunter's interesting background.
He was a follower of Carl and had managed to set up his shooting arena in Channing thanks to the
Russo family's connections.
Meanwhile, in the shooting arena, Hunter and his subordinates stood by the door and welcomed Carl
and the others to the arena warmly.
Carl glanced at Thomas, who was covered in blood and bundled in ropes. He squinted and asked,
"Would Nathan Cross fall into this trap so easily?”
Hunter grinned. "Mr. Russo, your presence in Channing and Thomas' defeat should be enough to scare
him off. Why would he have the guts to even come here?"
"Wouldn't I be wasting my time then?" Carl asked, frowning.
"Big Brother, your daughter's body is resting in the Channing Funeral Parlor. They're waiting for you to
have your last meeting with her and authorize the cremation," Yoel said.
"Big Brother, I don't think Nathan Cross would dare to come anyway. Why don't we go to the funeral
parlor and settle your daughter's funeral first?" Fabian asked.
"Yes, Mr. Russo. I will take care of things here," Hunter added.
Carl looked at Hunter, hesitation evident in his eyes. "Are you sure, Hunter?"
"Of course!" Hunter exclaimed, a little displeased. "Not only am I well-known in Channing, but most
people in the South also know me by reputation as well. Besides, I have twenty faithful subordinates
and countless handguns here. If Nathan Cross dares to step foot in this place today, I'll make sure he
regrets it."
That convinced Carl that things would go his way. After all, twenty fierce fighters and hundreds of guns
were nothing to joke about.
That boy Nathan wouldn't be able to survive a shower of bullets, would he?
"If he comes, kill him. If he doesn't, kill Thomas," he ordered Hunter.
"Yes, Mr. Russo!" Hunter yelled at the top of his lungs.
Carl left the scene soon after on his Maybach, his two sworn brothers trailing behind him. They sped off
in the direction of the funeral parlor.
After the trio left, Hunter moved his gaze to Thomas. "Oh my, Thomas! I bet you never expected to fall
from grace so suddenly, right? It doesn't matter if Nathan Cross comes or not. You're going to die
today! Any last words?”
Thomas spat out a bloody wad of phlegm and snickered. "Hunter, you're going to suffer tonight."
Hunter's eyes widened. "What? I'm going to suffer tonight?"
"That's right. When my Master comes, you're all going to suffer," Thomas sneered again.