Chapter 366 He Is the Strategist
The man sitting at the table toyed with the small crossbow in his hand. The crossbow, no larger than his palm, was exquisitely crafted with intricate silver engravings.
He aimed at his subordinate, who still had his head lowered, like an easy target.
Thud!
As the man went down on his knees, he immediately began to wail, “Mr. Strategist, I apologize for my mistake. I will never speak out of turn again. I should not have questioned your methods.”
The man who had been sitting in front of the window, the lights against his back, stood up and walked slowly toward the man in charge of Caltun.
The small crossbow in his hand was specially made. Once the arrow pierced the body, it would split into three blood grooves.
Satisfied with the sight of blood flowing from the man’s leg and his terrified eyes, he nodded in approval. “I have never been fond of giving second chances. When one makes a mistake, they must pay the price.”
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He continued, “However, I am feeling generous today, so I will give you one chance. If I hear doubts about my ideas from you next time, I will throw you into the Caltun River to feed the fish. Do you understand?”
The person in charge of Caltun immediately nodded repeatedly, and when he looked up, he saw the face of the strategist.
Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the face hidden in the darkness, which radiated an aura of wickedness and ruthlessness. However, this face was too familiar, causing the person in charge to be overwhelmed. with fear and forget to avert his gaze. “Who are you?”
Jamie was fiddling with the small crossbow in his hand.
“How could our organization have such an incompetent person in charge?”
The person in charge was drenched in sweat, staring at the tip of the crossbow arrow, overwhelmed by shock.
The strategist?!
The second-in-command of their organization, the esteemed Mr. Strategist, turned out to be a mere assistant from the Kaufmann Group!
Because the organization wanted to obtain “The Compendium of Medical Wisdom,” he investigated many things about the Kaufmann family, especially the people around Braxton. He was well aware of them.
Jamie, the assistant, was a typical smart and smooth operator in the workplace.
He… He… He’s the strategist?!
Jamie walked up to the man and reached into his pocket without hesitation. The man didn’t even dare to
move.
Jamie found the phone used to communicate with the organization in the man’s pocket and put it in his own pocket. “I’ve given you a chance, but you’re still so foolish. This is farewell, then.”
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My Strategist the man called out in tear.
Jamesoned How about this? You start rut now, and if you can run out of this room without me shooting you, I’ll let you go
The man was desperate to survive, and he stared at Jamie for a few seconds. Upon realizing what he said. he immediately sprung up and ran toward the door.
The main entrance isn’t that far away!
Jamie just watched him run, but he didn’t lift his crossbow. He leisurely went back to the desk, holding the man’s phone and checking the list of personnel assigned in Caltun.
When he saw one of the names, his eyebrows raised. Interesting.
The man had already reached the main entrance. His escape route was right in front of him, and his heart was pounding.
As a person of high status, Jamie kept his word and did not shoot him.
Finally, he managed to escape!
He reached out and pushed open the double doors, rushing out. But in the next second, a deafening gunshot echoed in the corridor.
Jamie looked up at the entrance. The man was lying on the ground, blood slowly flowing out from beneath him.
An ordinary-looking man walked out from beside the door, wiping his gun.
Jamie became displeased. “Why didn’t you bring a silencer again?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I just returned to the country, and I’m not used to it yet.”
Then, you’d better get used to it soon, or you’ll be the one lying there next time!” Jamie ordered coldly, and the man immediately agreed.
When Freya and Inken arrived home, Riley had already been tied up in the living room.
There were also two maids standing nearby, holding brooms and staring at Riley intensely.
The weapon that was found was placed on the opposite coffee table.
After Freya entered the house, she saw Riley turn her head and fix her with a death stare. She chuckled. lightly. “You’ve got nerves, staring at me like that. Do you know you’ve already violated the law?”
“So what? Freya, it’s all because of you that I got kicked out of my house.”
At the mention of this, Riley gritted her teeth with hatred. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been disqualified from the competition.”
“I did target you back then, but later, you managed to get back at me, and I ended up withdrawing with a tarnished reputation. You even had people mess with my family’s real estate business, causing me to be kicked out! You didn’t leave me a way out, so why should I let you live comfortably?”
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Inken was just beside Freya. Upon hearing this, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and clapped his hands. “Well said! But she seems to be living quite comfortably. In fact, you’re the one who’s bound and kneeling here now. By doing what you did today, you may have to spend decades in prison.”
As he spoke, he approached and held onto Riley’s chin, forcing her to lift her face.
“Since you know the terrifying consequences of offending her, why did you dare to come here with a knife? Miss Freeman, you should know that it’s quite simple for people like us to arrange something in prison.”
Although Inken’s words were nonchalant, his gaze turned colder by the second.
He added. “I can also have you spend the rest of your life in prison, living a life worse than death. It’s not
that hard.”
Inken’s threat was extremely effective, causing Riley’s once defiant face to turn pale.
Freya had already sat down on the sofa, picking up the delicate and exquisite knife.
The craftsmanship of this knife could be considered a work of art, but its lethality was even more impressive.
Freya stared at the blood groove on the blade. Should this knife pierce a blood vessel, without immediate medical attention, the victim wouldn’t even make it to the hospital.
The patterns on the handle looked exotic, and Freya suddenly noticed something. She picked up the knife and sniffed it under her nose, a strong chemical scent assaulting her senses.
“Riley, you heard what Mr. Inken said. Why don’t you tell me where you got this knife from? If you do, I might consider sparing you.”
Riley wasn’t afraid of Freya, as she had bullied Freya many times before. However, when she saw Inken’s half-smiling eyes, she began to hesitate.
“I… I bought it myself on the streets. Why do you care about this?”
She couldn’t put up a tough front, nor could she soften her stance.
Freya suddenly felt pity for Riley, who was groveling in the living room.
Such a naive person would only be manipulated by others.
“It seems like you don’t need it anymore. That’s fine too. I’ll have someone take you directly to the police. station, along with this deadly weapon of yours.” With the blood groove on the blade and the poison coating, they can definitely charge you with homicide. It might only be attempted murder, but as long as I pull some strings with my family’s influence, sentencing you to life imprisonment will be a piece of cake.”
