Chapter 813
Hearing this, Colby stubbed out his cigarette.
He had promised Sophie he’d quit smoking, but today he broke that promise. He also vowed to her that he’d stay out of the dangerous underworld. Yet just moments ago, he realized that laying down his weapons was like handing
others the knife to hold at his throat.
“Do it.”
Colby’s tone was casual, as if he were talking about grabbing a bite to eat. His men swiftly moved into action, rounding up all the security guards of the
Minton family in the courtyard.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Jonah burst into Odie’s bedroom, his face unusually urgent. “Boss! Colby’s here!”
Odie’s eyes turned icy cold. He thought Colby wouldn’t dare show his face again, but here he was.
The next second, Odie heard hurried footsteps, followed by the sound of glass and porcelain shattering.
“Smash everything. Don’t stop until I say so.” Colby’s voice was cold, like a gust from the depths of hell.
Odie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Just as he was about to stand, a bullet whizzed past his ear, drawing a trickle of blood.
“Boss!”
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Odie raised his hand, stopping Jonah. Jonah stepped in front of Odie, only to see Colby at the door holding a silencer–equipped pistol.
“Are you gonna do it yourself, or do I have to make you?” Colby asked, his voice chilling.
Odie sneered, “I’m not ready to die yet. Save that for yourself.”
“Sir, everyone’s been dealt with,” one of Colby’s men reported.
The man was a trusted soldier from the Costello family. Odie couldn’t help bu
scoff. “Colby, is that all you’ve got? Do you even dare to lay a hand on me?”
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Before Odie could finish his sentence, Colby raised his gun and fired without blinking. The shot caught Odie off guard, and Jonah’s shocked cry rang out, “Boss!”
Odie looked down; pain seared through his thigh. Jonah immediately grabbed the first aid kit from under the table to bandage the wound.
“Colby! You shot me?”
Odie’s face twisted in rage. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear Colby apart.
“To you, this wound is nothing. Want another?” Colby raised his hand again, this time aiming the gun at Odie’s forehead.
Odie’s face darkened. He knew Colby was an excellent marksman; if Colby wanted, he could end him in a second.
“You gonna kill me? For Sophie?”
At the mention of Sophie, Colby’s gaze grew even colder.
Bearing the pain, Odie scoffed, “A man who doesn’t even care about his own brother, but cares about a woman? Colby, you’re full of surprises.”
“Sir! Don’t waste words on him. I’ll take him down now!” one of Colby’s men said, stepping forward.
But Jonah had finished bandaging Odie and immediately stood up, aiming his gun at Colby.
“Anyone who moves, I’ll kill him!” Jonah declared coldly.
Colby gave Jonah an indifferent glance. “You’ve got guts, but how good is your aim?”
Hearing this, Jonah frowned slightly. Odie pressed down on his pistol and mocked, “Forget it. Colby’s always been ruthless and cold–hearted. He’s faster and more accurate than you.”