“Take me to meet this Mr. Hound,” said Donald.
“Now?”
Upon hearing that Donald wanted to meet “Mr. Hound,” known as Mad Hound, Oisin began to feel uneasy.
Mad Hound held the position of a squad leader, a stark contrast to individuals like Oisin, who simply knew how to act tough.
It was evident that Donald didn't seek a meeting with Mad Hound to recruit him; it was more likely for a confrontation.
If that was the case, from Mad Hound's perspective, wouldn't Oisin be perceived as part of Donald's group?
Oisin acknowledged Donald's strength, but he also recognized that Mad Hound was a force to be reckoned with.
Hence, all he wanted was to avoid offending either party.
“Sir, we were in the wrong today. What do you say we each fork out some money and pay you twenty thousand to settle this matter?” he implored.
Upon hearing Oisin's words, Donald couldn't help but feel amused.
Initially, they had schemed to extort thirty thousand from him.
Now, the situation had reversed, and they were proposing to give him money instead.
Donald patted Oisin's shoulder and said, “The ability to adapt to different circumstances is a valuable quality in the underworld. However, I'm not short of money. What I'm interested in right now is meeting this Mr. Hound you mentioned.”
Seeing the look in Donald's eyes, Oisin knew for sure that he couldn't escape today's predicament.
He gritted his teeth and said to Donald, “Mr. Hound only shows up when we pay our contributions, and every time we do, I'm the only one who goes. Here's the deal. I'll take you to meet Mr. Hound, and you're going to let them go.”
Oisin was indeed a person who valued friendship and loyalty.
Since there was no escaping today's situation anyway, he thought he might as well let his buddies' go.
However, Donald immediately saw through Oisin's thoughts.
He said to Oisin in a calm tone, “Letting them go is out of the question. After all, they broke my rules. They can stay in this room for a while, and someone will come to escort them elsewhere later.”
Upon hearing Donald's words, Arthur immediately knew things would go south.
Just as he was about to turn and run, Donald's palm struck his neck.
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