Chapter 266: Gunshot

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Atlas Studios

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“No!” Preston refused resolutely. “This isn’t a small business. We’ve monopolized it in Orange County! If I recommend some clients to you, won’t I be giving the Taylors a competitor for no reason?”

Lucas shook his head. “I naturally won’t run this business in Orange County and become your competitor.”

After giving it some thought, Preston still didn’t believe Lucas. “Your roots are all in Orange County. Why should I believe that you would leave this county and go elsewhere to run this business.”

Lucas shrugged. “It’s up to you to believe me or not. Mr. Taylor, please get your facts right. I’m doing you a favor by asking you to recommend clients to me. Besides, I don’t want to fall out with the Taylors either. To put it bluntly, the Ocean Bathhouse is in my hands now, and so are those beautiful women. Even if I take over the business directly now, what can you do to me?”

Lucas’s words made Preston’s face turn gloomy again.

But this was really what the current situation was like. Since that bastard Calvin had presumptuously sold the Ocean Bathhouse, Lucas was the dominant party. Since Preston wanted the bathhouse back, he would have to be led by the nose by Lucas. This made Preston furious.

His face was unsightly and hostile.

Lucas stood up and said casually, “Think this over properly and give me a firm answer before ten tonight. Otherwise, I will change my mind tomorrow, and the Ocean Bathhouse will belong to me forever.”

With that, he turned around and walked toward the door of the private room.

“Hold it!” Preston bellowed in exasperation. The bodyguard beside him immediately drew the pistol from his waist and aimed the muzzle at Lucas.

Lucas turned around, glanced at the bodyguard and the pistol he was holding, and then turned to look at Preston again. He sneered. “Mr. Taylor, what do you mean by this?”

“Lucas Gray, surely you don’t really think that I invited you here to negotiate the terms and let you bargain with me, do you? Don’t forget. The place where you are standing now is my turf!” Preston started behaving smugly as usual again and guffawed loudly. “As the future successor of the Taylors, what’s going to become of my reputation if I get threatened by a punk like you? It would be a huge embarrassment and insult to the Taylors!

“Punk, I wanted to be kind and buy the Ocean Bathhouse back from you with cash in a fair and peaceful manner. But you’re being too disrespectful to me! Who do you think you are? How dare you say you will give me a few hours to consider? Do you really think that I’m afraid of you?”

The resentment and anger that Preston had been curbing for a long time finally erupted, and he even felt that there was no need for him to be wary of Lucas and put up with his behavior previously. He decided to get his bodyguard to pull out his pistol and threaten Lucas to hand over the bathhouse. If Lucas refused to comply, he would just have Lucas killed! Anyway, it wasn’t like Preston hadn’t killed anyone before!

Lucas looked at Preston, who seemed to have gained confidence and was emboldened. “Do you really think you can threaten me with a tiny pistol?”

Preston narrowed his eyes and mocked contemptuously, “Yeah! I have a pistol, so you are destined to die! I’ve put up with you for a long time now. If you kneel down and apologize to me now, I will consider letting you leave this place in one piece. Otherwise, hmph, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

“Is that so?” As soon as Lucas said this, he suddenly vanished from the spot in front of Preston and his bodyguard!

“Where is he?” Preston blurted, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

The bodyguard was shocked too. He had already aimed his gun at Lucas, yet Lucas vanished right on the spot without a trace!

But the next instant, a massive force struck Preston’s stomach!

“Argh!” Before Preston could even scream, he spat out a mouthful of bile!

Preston’s abdomen and internal organs seemed to have been shattered. He was in so much pain that he convulsed incessantly and curled up into a ball while hugging his abdomen. It took him a long time to wail loudly, “Ahhh! It hurts!”

The elite bodyguard was horrified, and he hurriedly aimed the muzzle of his pistol at Lucas and shot without hesitation.

Bang!

The bullet pierced through Lucas’s head and struck the wall near the door.

The bodyguard was just about to heave a sigh of relief when he found that Lucas, who should have collapsed after being shot by the bullet, suddenly appeared in front of him. Lucas raised his hand and swiftly snatched away the pistol with immense strength that the bodyguard couldn’t resist.

Afterward, the bodyguard and Preston were horrified to find that the small but hard pistol looked just like a clay toy in Lucas’s hands. He pinched the barrel and grip into a bizarre figure 8, and the entire pistol seemed to have become a ball of scrap metal!

Lucas actually managed to twist and distort the gun with his bare hands. This was simply beyond the imagination of Preston and his bodyguard!

The bodyguard was shocked, and a wave of dread surged in his heart!

I should have shot Lucas Gray in his head just now. How did he appear in front of me unscathed…

No!

He didn’t manage to shoot Lucas at all. The bullet had merely pierced through Lucas’s afterimage!

The young man is incredibly fast!

The bodyguard’s eyes widened in horror, and he suddenly felt an astonishing chill in his heart.

Bang!

“Mr. Taylor, are you alright?”

The door of the private room suddenly opened violently from the outside, and more than ten burly bodyguards charged in. They were the same bodyguards who had brought Lucas here from the bathhouse.

They had been guarding outside the room and charged in when they heard the sudden gunshot. Although they were sure that the person who fired was definitely Preston or his personal bodyguard, they decided to rush in after a moment of hesitation.

The scene that appeared in front of them was very different from what they had imagined!

They initially thought that since the person who shot was one of the Taylors, the person wounded or even dead from the gunshot had to be the young man they had brought over.

But they never expected to see their employer, Preston, huddled up on the ground while clutching his stomach with cold sweat all over his forehead. He was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak at all. Moreover, his personal bodyguard was standing still with a look of horror on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yet the young man was standing unscathed in the room with a ball of scrap metal in his hands and staring smilingly at the bodyguards who just entered.