CHAPTER 880: CHAPTER 880: TAKE THEM AWAY

The other party considered for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

Soon, another car stopped, the door opened, and several of Adrian Lancaster’s men arrived. They bowed respectfully to him, obeying his every command.

Some policemen escorted the three out. They still wore stubborn expressions, intending to escape at the last moment. But the second they saw Adrian Lancaster, they seemed to freeze, clearly deflated.

This was the police station. Adrian Lancaster appeared calm on the surface, but the aura he emitted always made people feel that waves were crashing all around.

He didn’t waste time. With just a simple gesture, his men stepped forward, took the three men from the policemen, gripping them tighter, and led them to the car.

Adrian Lancaster looked at the three with eyes sharp as knives! Suppressing his inner anger, he said to the policemen, "Goodbye."

When getting in the car, the three initially tried to seize their last chance to escape, but were yanked tighter, almost dislocating an arm. In pain, their faces twisted, accompanied by a cold hiss!

One by one, they were kicked into the car!

They thought to themselves, falling into Adrian Lancaster’s hands today, they’re truly doomed. Not even death would be swift, and there’d be no legal process.

Adrian Lancaster told the driver, "Take them to the house on Ning Tao Road." His voice was chillingly cold.

"Yes, boss."

Then, Adrian Lancaster turned and got into his Lamborghini, and the car with his men sped away. He hit the gas pedal and followed!

Staring at the car in front, his eyes were furious enough to spark flames.

Driving, his breath grew tense once more, feeling like he could hardly breathe!

With one hand on the wheel, he tugged at his collar with the other, teeth clenched, as a bloodthirsty gleam returned to his eyes fixed on the vehicle ahead.

His heart was so anguished, the repressed anger making him want to kill! Almost uncontrollable.

A forceful tug, a snapping sound, two buttons from his collar fell off, with pressure weighing unbearably on his chest!

The two cars raced forward, heading straight to the location Adrian Lancaster had mentioned earlier.

It was a property he rarely visited, coming perhaps once a year, but it was managed by a housekeeper. The lush green grass in the yard was regularly trimmed, unused but not abandoned.

Today, the Lamborghini parked in the yard, and the housekeeper was surprised, hastily coming out to greet him, "Mr. Lancaster, you’ve come?" He’d seen the news recently, worried yet hesitant to ask.

"Uncle Peterson, you can take a vacation now. From now on, my men will be here; I’ll inform you when you’re needed." His voice was gentle, despite the difficulty in controlling his emotions.

Uncle Peterson originally thought he’d been inexplicably dismissed, but upon seeing the other car’s door open, watching his men escort the three men out, he understood that Mr. Lancaster temporarily needed the use of this property.

So, Uncle Peterson quickly bowed to him, "Very well, Mr. Lancaster." At this time, the three men were dragged inside.

The housekeeper didn’t ask anything more, directly leaving the area because today’s atmosphere was exceptionally off.

Adrian Lancaster walked straight into the living room, and six of his men fiercely kicked the backs of the men’s knees. With a cry of "Ouch!" they knelt down.

Their knees hit the ground with a thud, which must have been quite painful.

Adrian Lancaster sat down in the chair, saying nothing, his expression exceptionally grim, changing the entire atmosphere of the living room.

The trained men began punching and kicking the men! The raining punches left no room to dodge, let alone fight back.