Chapter 29

Just as Bruce White rushed to the location of the wedding ceremony, Howard Wagner and Kirin came to a high-end private club called the Martyr Club.

As a native of Porta, Howard Wagner knew very well just how high the threshold of the Martyr Club was.

Normally, this was a members-only club. To become a member, one must have capital of at least 100 million dollars or more.

A small potato like him would be shooed away for just standing at the doorway and loitering more than two seconds—never mind stepping into the club.

“Why is this buddy of Bruce’s taking me over here?” Howard Wagner wondered to himself nervously. Finally, he couldn’t help but asked, “Ki…Brother Kirin, why are we here?”

“To find a helper for you, of course. Big Brother Green Dragon told me that if we are looking for a helper in Porta, it’ll save us a lot of time if we come here,” Kirin replied without any hesitation..

After Howard Wagner heard this, chills ran all over his body. He couldn’t help but wonder what maniac this ‘Big Brother Green Dragon’ was. He sure hope it wasn’t someone who wished Kirin ill; why else would he suggest they come to a place like this?

The Martyr Club, in addition to being an exclusive club for the ultra-rich, was also the place of ‘Southern Dart’, one of the two greatest heads of Porta’s underworld.

The Southern Dart and Northern Paul were two undeniable bosses in Porta’s underworld. Whoever dared to cause trouble at their venues would undoubtedly be fished out of the Amarillo River the next day.

“Ki…Kirin, let’s not go in there. We should go someplace else. The boss here is a ruthless operator of the underworld, we can’t afford to piss them off!” Howard Wagner suggested hurriedly.

But after Kirin heard him, he didn’t pay any attention to his words of caution at all. Instead, he said with great interest, “Ruthless is good, I’m dying to have someone to play with!”

What?!

When Howard Wagner heard this, he couldn’t stop shivering. Just as he was about to continue his exhortation to Kirin, he found that Kirin was already heading toward the Martyr Club.

Howard Wagner instantly groaned inside, albeit silently. But seeing that he was unsuccessful in dissuading Kirin, he had no choice but to follow along.

And the situation was exactly as Howard Wagner had thought it would be. As soon as he and Kirin reached the door, they were stopped by some mean-looking bouncers.

“Brother Kirin, I think we should forget about it, let’s just…” Howard Wagner cautiously exhorted again, but before he could get another word out, Kirin already threw those bouncers who were blocking their way to the side.

Wow!

When Howard Wagner saw this, his heart was just about to jump out of his chest.

Oh boy, it’s all over. Completely and totally OVER. They were picking a fight with people from the Martyr Club. He wondered if he should be calling home right now and telling his family to fish out his body from the Amarillo River tomorrow?

Howard Wagner was crestfallen and looked like a man on the verge of the abyss. However, at the moment, Kirin was forging forward with complete disregard as to whether Howard Wagner could keep up with him or not.

Oh, cruel gods! What did he do to deserve this?

Howard Wagner was extremely scared inside, but they had come this far and it was safest for him to follow Kirin for now. With no other choice, Howard Wagner was forced to continue tagging along no matter how unsettled he was.

Shortly after the two forced their way into the Martyr Club, a woman in red appeared at the top of the stairs inside the club.

The woman’s pretty face had an extremely frosty expression on it. She had a beautiful face that was accustomed to refuse anyone of whom she did not approve of. She said in an indifferent voice, “Who are you? How dare you force your way into my territory? Do you want to die?”

Was she that Southern Dart?

After Howard Wagner made the connection, his whole body shivered again and he became so upset, he was about to cry.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a bespoke suit slowly walked out to stand next to the Southern Dart. “Gentlemen, I am Hugo Samson, the chairman of Hugo Group in Porta. Would you care to step back on my account so we can talk about this?”

What!

Hugo Samson?!

All of a sudden, Howard Wagner felt terribly unwell. He thought that maybe he should just jump into the Amarillo River by himself right now, instead of waiting for the inevitable.

But at this time, Kirin asked with extremely sincerity, “Are these two pretty powerful in Porta?”

Powerful? Was this a joke to him?

When Howard Wagner heard these words, he almost wanted to die right there. He guessed that Big Brother Green Dragon probably never told Kirin this important piece of information?

These two were more than just powerful, they were simply the gods of Porta!

“Kirin, dude, let’s go!! We can’t afford to provoke these two. They are both standing at the top of the world in Porta, even someone like Thomas Zane has to step aside in their presence.” Howard Wagner kept persuading him with an anxious look on his face.

Unexpectedly, after Kirin heard him, he showed an interested expression and asked, “What if I ask them to be your little gofers, what do you think of that?”

What?!

MAD!! This Kirin must be mad because only a madman would say something like that.

These were totally not words that would come out of a normal person’s mouth.

Howard Wagner couldn’t look more upset by this time, he was on the verge of bursting into tears. However, Kirin seemed to be completely unaware of his distress.

Disaster! It’s simply a major catastrophe!!!

“Kirin, dude, this is neither the time nor the place for jokes, okay? If we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to leave when their people get here, you understand?” Howard Wagner explained as if to someone with no clue about the severity of the situation they were in.

“Are you kidding me?” Kirin was a little stunned and then said solemnly, “I’m not joking, I am the last person who would make jokes. This is a task entrusted to me by Almighty and I will accomplish it no matter what.

“Or, do you think these two people are too lame to be your gofers? ”

What!

Howard Wagner just about died on the spot. To think Kirin said that he didn’t like to joke… Was there a bigger joke than this?

Just as Howard Wagner was lamenting his fate bitterly, the man and woman standing on top of the stairs frowned.

Ignored!

Yes, Kirin had outrightly ignored both of them as if their words were nothing but the breeze that blew past his ears and he clearly didn’t care for any of it.

They had been key figures in Porta for so many years. This was the first time they had been ignored like this.

Immediately, there was also an extremely cold expression on both of their faces.

“Get these two people out here!” The Southern Dart’s indifferent voice spoke and her pretty face hardened.

In an instant, everyone inside the Martyr Club was mobilized. Every single frightening man in the club now flew out from every crevice, the elevator as well as the stairs.

All of them looked violent and fierce. Though everyone had different degrees of aggression, none of them were characters that they could take on.

Seeing these men that were like the hounds from hell, Howard Wagner’s heart lurched to his throat and his legs trembled with fright.

“Brother Kirin, oh Big Brother Kirin, I beg you, let’s just go. It’s not that they are unworthy, but I’m unworthy. They are the overlords of Porta!

“A word from them can make me disappear without a trace. We can’t afford to provoke them,” Howard Wagner pleaded with all his might.

But Kirin seemed to not have heard him at all, still standing in place with the same usual expression.

“Howard, my man, don’t worry about it. You are a good buddy of Almighty. If Almighty thinks you can, then you can; no doubt about it. You just make sure you stand a little further when the fight begins. Best to find a safe corner and stay there for a bit. If you are injured, I would have no way to explain that to Almighty!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kirin pushed off into the crowd like an arrow shooting from a bow, leaving Howard Wagner standing alone, unsure of what to do.

Oh, Lord!

Oh, God!

Howard Wagner wailed in his heart. He could already see his bloated corpse floating down the Amarillo River. He was now on the verge of a total breakdown…