When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Are You Bennett Wilson?

“Ah!”

Bennett suddenly jumped up, directly scaring Cordell, who was already trembling in fear. He stammered and said, “Ben, you are awake?”

Bennett rolled his eyes and commanded with a calm face, “Big idiot, I have already woken up for a long time! Hurry up and look ahead, step on the accelerator to the end, turn left, and rush straight over. Otherwise, we will all be finished!”

Bennett originally wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he didn’t expect Cordell to be so unreliable! Cordell saw someone’s car was coming over, but he still hesitated and did not increase the speed to rush over. Bennett felt so resigned.

“Ah, but?”

Cordell was shocked by Bennett. Cordell observed the situation in front of him and found that he really should follow Bennett’s instructions.

Cordell tried to get focused, gripped the steering wheel, and said, “I’m going to speed up and turn. Sit tight!”

The sound of the accelerator echoed throughout the car. The car turned to the left and was about to pass through a narrow path. However, it was too late. Another car came from another direction, firmly blocking their way to Crimson Pawnshop.

The worst thing was that Cordell’s car tire which had just exploded was completely scrapped. It was impossible to start the car without a new tire!

“What should we do now?”

Cordell gripped the steering wheel tightly and fell into despair. His death was not a pity, but if Bennett fell into the one-eyed man’ hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Ben, how about I open the car door later and you jump down quickly? Then, you should run to the Crimson Pawnshop and tell them your name. They will protect you!”

Although the Crimson Pawnshop was mysterious and powerful to the outsider, their boss, Mr. Quintin, had a good reputation. Other than being revengeful and having a tough character, he didn’t have any abnormal

deeds.

Therefore, if Bennett fell into Mr. Quintin’s hands, it would be safer than falling into the one-eyed man’s hand.

“You should take care of yourself first. That person is about to break your car window.”

Bennett pointed out the window and reminded Cordell with a calm face.

The one-eyed man was holding a big knife. He smashed the window of the driver’s seat with two or three hits. Then he reached in with one hand. With a brutal expression, he tried to unlock the car door. He sneered, “Fuck, do you think you can escape from my hand? Ridiculous!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to grab a child? Is there no law? If you dare to continue, I’ll call the

police!”

Cordell fought with the one-eyed man while trying to take out his phone to call the police.

“The law?”

The one-eyed man punched him in the head and said fiercely, “Wow, the law? This is Sutor Wharf! You idiot! The fist is the law. This little guy is mine today!”

Cordell suffered a punch and his head was dizzy. After all, he was just a doctor who was only good at using scalpels. How could he be a match for the one-eyed man?

Seeing that the one-eyed man had opened the back door, Cordell shouted anxiously to Bennett, “Ben, now!

Run!”

Bennett did not panic in the face of danger. He crossed his arms and said, “Uncle One-eyed, are you sure you want me? I’m afraid you can’t afford it!”

“Hey, funny. A brave little boy. You can be a candidate as my godson. Tell me why I can’t afford you?”

“Because I am the person that the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop wants. If you want me, you’re against the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop. Why don’t you bring me to the Crimson Pawnshop and have a fight with the boss? I will follow whoever wins.”

Bennett said to the one-eyed man with meticulous logic.

“Heavens, you… you actually know about it?”

Cordell was knocked to the driver’s seat. He had almost fainted, but he was immediately awakened by what

Bennett said!

“What kind of joke is this? Ever since Mr. Quintin took over the Crimson Pawnshop four years ago, his whereabouts have been very mysterious. The number of times he has come to Sutor Wharf can be counted on one hand. How can he want a little brat like you? And how can I fight him?”

The one-eyed man did not believe what Bennett said. He gradually lost his patience. His hands were like holding a chick as he grabbed Bennett by the back of his collar and threatened him fiercely, “You little brat, you better behave yourself. Otherwise, I will beat you up too!”