Julian drove the car over in no time and Jasper had Baz get into the car. Then, they immediately went to the nearest hospital to stitch the wound up.
At the same time, Scott has also gotten into his car with a dark expression.
“Are we going to the hospital first, Mr. Covington?” A lackey asked carefully.
“Bullsh*t! Do you want me to be a laughing stock as I walk the streets with a huge wound on my head?”
Scott pointed at the wound on his head angrily and shouted at his lackey.
His face now coated with Scott’s saliva, the lackey did not dare to say anymore and kept his head down as Scott scolded him.
“So stupid. What’s the f*cking point of having you people, huh? None of you can do anything and all you know is to take my money. Any lackey under that f*cker can easily beat all of you up! F *cking embarrassing!”
Scott felt angrier the more he thought about it and slapped the back of his lackey’s head.
The lackey cupped his head but did not dare to argue. Instead, he replied grimly, “You can’t blame us, Mr. Covington. That man’s trained to fight, there’s no way we’re any match for him.”
“That’s why I said all of you are useless!”
After scolding them, Scott felt the indignance stifling his chest disperse slightly.
Scott tugged on the collar of his shirt and said venomously.
“Go dig around and find out where who that f*cker is. Then go and talk to a few people we prepared for just these situations. Have them act according to the situation tomorrow. I’ll humiliate that f*cker harshly when the time comes!”
“Auction? Motherf*cker, I’ve got enough money to absolutely crush him!”
The time passed in the blink of an eye.
Early the next morning, Jasper and Baz walked out of the hotel with Julian in tow.
The three went straight to Downstream Investment Company’s meeting room once they left the hotel.
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