CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139: LORD SCOTT’S WRATH DESTROYS THE ENTIRE CLAN

"No! No!" The kidnapper cried out laboriously. It was too painful, too painful, he really didn’t want to go through it again.

"And... and... I heard our leader this time say that there had been an anonymous call from the other side, sounded like a woman’s voice... as for the rest, the rest I really don’t know anything..."

"Write down the address of your organization for me."

The kidnapper was stunned, "What do you want to do? Don’t go looking for them, if they find out I betrayed them, they’ll go after my wife and kids, I’m begging you... please kill me..."

He would rather die than have his wife and kids get hurt.

"Don’t worry, your organization won’t have the chance to touch your wife and kids."

After Damien Lancaster finished speaking, he stood up and strode out.

An organization called "Death," he had obtained some information, even if this person didn’t say, he would have found out.

Soon, Julian Jacobs handed over all the information about the organization to Damien Lancaster.

"Sir, this organization is in Yrador, do you want to go there personally?"

"Yes, bring more people."

"Understood."

Before going to Yrador, Damien Lancaster went to see Ivy Summers in the hospital room.

Ivy Summers was still the same as a few days ago, sitting quietly there, not moving, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

The doctor said she hadn’t spoken, eaten, or responded to people these days.

In this state, Damien Lancaster wasn’t sure if she was more angry with him or more heartbroken.

There was not a hint of expression on Damien Lancaster’s face as he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

On the other end of the line was Zachary Lancaster’s voice, "Brother."

"Come to the hospital."

Zachary Lancaster quickly came over and glanced into the ward, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

"I have to leave for something, you take care of her for me."

"Is sister-in-law still the same?"

Damien Lancaster pressed his lips tightly.

"Brother, are you going to continue looking for Sophie?" At the mention of Sophie, Zachary Lancaster’s voice grew much more serious.

The child’s now gone, but this matter would not rest easily.

Damien Lancaster’s expression was very cold, these past few days, aside from looking for Sophie, he had been investigating the truth, without any rest from start to finish. He had to find an answer to this.

"No, don’t ask, just take good care of her."

After speaking, Damien Lancaster quickly left.

...

A few hours later.

Yrador.

The weather in Yrador today was not good. It was the same as the day Sophie was kidnapped, with a strong wind carrying large raindrops, making everything around blurry.

Amidst the rain, a line of black cars quickly pulled to a stop.

The car door opened, Damien Lancaster stepped out in a black suit, Julian Jacobs quickly walked over holding a black umbrella.

With a "boom," the front gate was directly smashed open by the subordinates.

Without a pause, Damien Lancaster lifted his steps and walked straight inside. A thick scent of blood hit him in the face, and when he looked down, the ground was strewn with bodies lying all over the place.

Damien Lancaster couldn’t help but frown. Clearly, someone had been here before him.

Without hesitation, Damien Lancaster continued forward through the front yard, heading inside the house, which was also in chaos, as if it had gone through a fierce battle.

Moving further in, after passing through a room, Damien Lancaster saw a man sitting on the sofa, playing with a knife gleaming with a cold light in his distinct fingers.

And kneeling tremblingly in front of him was the leader of the "Death" organization.

Damien Lancaster had investigated and found out that the leader was called Black Butcher, not only the head of the Death organization but also running an underground casino, involved in many gray industries, making him extremely dangerous.

The man sitting on the sofa was Noah Scott, who seemed to have stormed in all by himself.

Damien Lancaster’s gaze swept over him, knowing fully well that Noah Scott’s identity was definitely not as simple as just an auction house owner.

As Damien Lancaster stepped forward again, the knife Noah Scott was toying with flew directly at his face, all happening in an instant.

Damien Lancaster’s eyes flashed, sidestepping to dodge, and the knife pierced straight into the wall.

There was no doubt, Noah Scott did it on purpose.

Noah Scott turned around leisurely, his eyes full of coldness, "You’re late."

"Did you do all this?"

Noah Scott lazily squinted his eyes, "Don’t you think they deserved to die?"

Damien Lancaster said nothing, his gaze falling on the man kneeling on the ground like a stray dog.

Black Butcher had no idea how he had offended them, facing both Noah Scott and Damien Lancaster, just hearing their names was enough to send chills down the spine.

Damien Lancaster raised his hand, placing pictures of Ivy Summers and Sophie in front of Black Butcher, "Do you recognize them?"

Black Butcher shivered as he leaned forward to look, "I... have a bit of an impression... seems like... they were the targets of a job from a few days ago."

"Tell me who hired you."

"I don’t know..."

"You don’t know?" Noah Scott’s long eyebrows raised slightly, curling his lips into a cold smile, "Let me help you find out."

A scream as if butchering a pig echoed, Black Butcher’s hand was directly nailed to the table by a knife.

"Now do you know?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please spare me, I know... I know it was a woman, seemed like... surname Xu..."