As soon as the man in the suit and sunglasses finished speaking, the bodyguards behind him quickly moved toward Julius Reed and his group with perfect coordination.
From the moment they entered, their eyes had been fixated on Julius Reed's table.
Afraid that the group might escape through the window.
Now, the patrons of the Big Yellow Duck themed restaurant had been completely dispersed.
They were free to do as they wished.
Without any reservations.
In the north of the city, there was just this plot of land.
Purchased by the Cook Family, they built this themed restaurant on it.
The surroundings were empty and barren.
"Laird Cook, where is he?"
The leader asked aloud.
The hidden weapon box was still pressed against Aron Jackson's head.
"Dead."
Julius Reed stood up, looked at the man, and asked coldly, "Cook Family People?"
"Dead?"
