VroomlVroom!
Several bulletproof jeeps rushed out from the gate of Novah Pharmaceutical Company and drove off.
Black Mamba furrowed his brows as he gazed at those vehicles disappearing into the distance.
All his subordinates were standing behind him, each with varying expressions.
One of them boldly asked, “Black Mamba, what should we do now?” In a composed tone, Black Mamba said, “The chairman has been killed. What else can we do? Inform all the board members right away and ask them to gather for a meeting. It's time to clean up the mess! Other than that, hurry up and fix the communications. We need to notify the military of the attack here. Let them stop those damn Eurasians!”
His subordinates replied in unison, “Yes, Black Mamba.”
Novah Pharmaceutical Company fixed their communications and informed the military as soon as they could. Then, the military still had to report to their superiors. A few hours had already passed by when their superiors found out about this incident.
Utterly infuriated, they gave out an order and asked all their troops to search for Nathan.
Unfortunately, they all failed to discover even a trace of Nathan.
The following day at midnight.
At the Camden family's manor in Eagleland.
Bowen, who was sleeping soundly, woke up suddenly from his dreams. He immediately sat up in his bed. He could not tamp down the uneasiness in his heart after he knew Nathan had killed Quentin.
Novah Pharmaceutical Company had outstanding defenses, and Quentin had many bodyguards. Still, they were defeated by Nathan.
At that moment, he could not help but worry about himself.
After he fell asleep earlier, he had a nightmare. He dreamt that Nathan had shown up and killed him with a bullet.
It was only after he woke up that he realized it was just a dream.
He heaved a sigh of relief as he got down from his bed. Stepping toward the table, he poured himself a cup of water.
Just as he was about to drink, he noticed that the room door was open.
Huh? Since when was the door open?
He clearly remembered he had closed all the doors and windows before going to bed. He did not like to be disturbed when he was sleeping. Plus, no one dared to come into his room when he was asleep.
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