Chapter 9: The Glory Gang's Revenge

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Otto Nicholson had no idea what was happening back in the capital. That card-a card even above the Black Card-had been handed to him by his old man years ago, and he'd carried it ever since. According to his father, the card had no limit. Even if you charged a billion or ten billion dollars, it would go through. As for who actually paid the bill in the end, Otto had no clue. He picked up the bag of ginseng and a few other herbs, stepped over the Lyson family's eldest son sprawled unconscious with both legs broken, and headed back to the central hospital next door. But when he reached the parking lot, Nala Jameson's Audi A8 was already gone. Just then, Yosef appeared out of nowhere. "Otto, Nala left with Mr. Jameson. She said you should grab a cab back. If money's tight, you could always take the bus." "I'll just walk." Back in the Valley of Villains, people mostly got around on foot. He'd never gotten used to riding in cars. Yosef misunderstood. "In Nykomar the bus is only ten cents. I didn't expect you couldn't even afford that. Otto, forgive me for being blunt, but you and Nala are from different worlds. You should end it sooner rather than later." "How is that any of your business?" Otto frowned. "Let me be blunt. Nala needs a man who can help her. You'll only make trouble for her," Yosef said, stressing each word. "What trouble did I cause?" "Have you forgotten how you held Master Louis hostage? Mr. Jameson's illness can only be treated by Master Louis. If it weren't for me calling in a favor from my advisor to help Nala apologize and smooth things over, Mr. Jameson would've died because of you!" He was practically spitting as he talked, like he could drown Otto in it. When he finally wound down, Otto said just one word, cold as ice: "Dumbass." Reid Jameson's illness didn't need Master Louis at all. Yosef flaunting his connection to that so-called master just to puff himself up was laughable. "How can you talk so foully?" "My hands can get dirty too. Want to try?" "I… I have a surgery to do." Yosef bolted. He'd seen Otto snap the arm of one of the black-clad escorts guarding Master Louis. With his scrawny frame, a single punch from Otto would probably put him in the ICU for three months. "Not just dumb, but gutless." Otto shook his head, grabbed the bag of herbs, and set off on foot toward the villa community in the western suburbs. Western suburbs. The Jameson residence. Two maids crouched on the living room floor, shivering. The Glory Gang had already taken over the house. Leading the pack were Darius, ranked second among the eight guardians, and Reginald, ranked third. On Tyler's orders, they'd joined forces to hunt down the thug who beat Bryson Lawson. The Glory Gang had operated in Nykomar for years and had eyes everywhere. They quickly learned the target had taken off in Nala Jameson's Audi A8 and fled to the western suburbs. The two of them rushed over with a small army, only to come up empty. They tore through the Jameson residence and found only the two maids. "Darius, the boss told us to report the moment we have a fix on the target," Reginald said, worried. Darius sprawled on the sofa, limbs flung wide, and curled his lip. "Report? Are you stupid? This is our chance to score points with the boss." "But I heard the target is tough. Even Number Five got taken down by him," Reginald muttered. "Number Five isn't worth a damn," Darius scoffed. "He's been freeloading at Bryson's side for years. His body's shot. I could take him out with one hand." The eight guardians were no monolith. Rivalries ran hot, and Darius looked down on Number Five, Maximus, from the bottom of his heart. "So what do we do next?" Reginald asked. "We wait. The maids said the target and Nala took her father to the hospital for tests. They should be back soon. When they return, we grab him, haul him to the boss, and that's that." "Fine. We wait." They were still talking when the door opened and Nala Jameson and Reid Jameson walked in. Father and daughter both flinched at the sight of a room full of black-clad men. "Who are you?" Reid asked, steadying himself. "We're the Glory Gang," Darius said from the sofa, in a low, heavy voice. "Glory Gang?" Reid sucked in a breath. Nala went pale. She'd expected the Glory Gang to retaliate, but not so fast. "Where's that beggar? Why didn't he come back with you?" Darius folded his arms, voice low. "I don't know what you're talking about," Nala said through her teeth. "Playing dumb? Want me to show you the video?" Darius sneered. "I…" Nala's voice died in her throat. "Enough. I won't waste words. Call that beggar and tell him to come back. If he comes back, you're fine. If he doesn't, no one from the Jameson family gets out of here." "He doesn't have a phone," Nala said, drawing a deep breath. It was the truth. If she could have reached Otto, she would've called him in the hospital parking lot. "No phone? You think I was born yesterday?" Darius snapped. "He's a beggar. Isn't it normal not to have a phone?" Nala shot back. Darius mulled it over. It almost made sense. Reginald couldn't stand it anymore. "Darius, stop letting her lead you by the nose. We need the man. What's the point of arguing about a phone?" "Right." Darius snapped to, yanked a knife from his waistband, and bared his teeth. "I want that beggar here within an hour. Whether you can reach him is your problem. When time's up, I'll cut your face to ribbons." The color drained from Nala's face. The Glory Gang had a reputation for doing what they said. She could already see herself an hour later, face slick with blood. Even so, she didn't want Otto to come back. With the muscle the Glory Gang brought, he wouldn't survive. Then a knock sounded. "Knock, knock, knock!" "Open up!" "I'm back!" Nala recognized Otto Nicholson's voice in a heartbeat. She mustered a burst of courage and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Otto Nicholson, the Glory Gang is here. Run!" Afraid of missing his chance to score points with the boss, Darius slapped Nala across the face, then sprang for the door. Before he reached it, a boot print dented the solid copper, and the whole door blew off its hinges.

Chapter 9: The Glory Gang's Revenge

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