At Kyle’s command, the twenty-odd men ran to the entrance of the warehouse and sealed it off.
The surrounding workers were struck dumb. They’d never seen such a large gang before.
Terry, too, was taken aback, but he reacted quickly. These people sure didn’t have good intentions.
“What business do you have at River Construction Materials, sir?”
Terry walked up in front of Kyle and stammered.
Looking at Kyle’s outfit and appearance, especially the deaths-cross tattoo on his chin, it was clear he wasn’t someone he wanted as an enemy.
Kyle shot him a mild look. “Who are you?”
“My name’s Terry Perry. I’m the general manager of River Construction.”
Terry gave his station.
“Isn’t the general manager of your company Sion? Piss off. I’m only going to talk to Sion.”
Kyle’s expression was ferocious, as if he really were here to talk to Sion.
“Sir, Sion has been dismissed. I’m responsible for everything in the company now. Talk to me about anything you need.”
Terry was furious, but he could sense that this man couldn’t be taken lightly, so he was careful with his words.
Kyle slapped him across the face. “Did I not make myself clear?”
The fact that the Wilson family had put him in charge of the Dynasty Nightclub was proof of his capability.
The slap left an immediate imprint on Terry’s face, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The surrounding staff and workers were too terrified to speak.
Kyle scanned the area, then said coldly, “If Sion doesn’t show today, none of you are leaving!”
A dozen long trucks stopped at the entrance of the warehouse.
Seeing the scene, Terry grew even more flustered.
He’d come here in person today because there was a shipment of outgoing steel. These dozen trucks were here to take them out.
The trip alone cost quite a bit of money. Any delay would have to be shouldered by River Construction.
The transport costs aside, the biggest loss would be the breach of contract. If the steel didn’t get where it should be going according to the contract, River Construction would have to pay a fortune in reparation.
“Do something, Mr. Perry. If we delay, the goods won’t get there in time, and we’ll be breaking the contract.”
Terry’s assistant said in a panic.
“Are you taking the goods out or not? Any more delay and we’re leaving, and you’ll still have to pay the transport costs.”
The man responsible for the trucks started urging them impatiently.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Enfield, when we’re done communicating here, we’ll start loading up right away!”
The assistant stepped up and promised.
“According to the terms of the contract, if the cargo isn’t loaded in half an hour, we have the right to leave, and your company will still have to pay the transport costs. You’d better hurry up.”
The truck manager’s voice was mild.
“Relax, Mr. Enfield, we’ll load up the trucks in half an hour!” the assistant assured.
Terry’s face was ugly. In all the time he’d been in River Construction Materials, he’d never come across something like this.
Getting the warehouse entrance blocked so they couldn’t load up.
He sure understood, Kyle probably really wouldn’t leave if he didn’t get Sion here.
“How’s this, sir? We’ll get in contact with Sion and have him come here if you could just move aside and let us put the cargo in.”
Terry suppressed his anger and walked up, forcing a smile.
“Motherfucker!”
Kyle kicked Terry off, sneering, “You really think you’re something, shithead? I move for no man but Sion.”
Terry rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop, his brand-new suit stained with dust and dirt.
“We could’ve discussed things amicably, what’s with the violence?”
The assistant was afraid of Kyle, but seeing Terry get slapped and kicked, he was getting angry.
“Fuck! Talking to Kyle like that – you’re dead!”
Before Kyle could say anything, one of his men rushed the assistant.
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