Chapter 1397 - 1396: Yancy Hastings! Watch Out!
Black Emperor!!??
This identity token clearly belongs to a subordinate of the Black Emperor; it shouldn’t appear on anyone else.
Yancy Hastings tightly grasped the token and reached for his phone to call Maxwell Peary.
Unexpectedly, his sharp ears caught the distinctive sound of a gun being cocked.
Damn it!
Yancy Hastings immediately unleashed all his strength and swiftly moved behind a pillar.
It turned out he was right; two bullets were shot at the spot where he had been.
Bastard!
Yancy Hastings had nothing in his hands now, making it impossible to confront these armed assailants directly.
It seems he’ll have to rely on clever strategy.
With that thought, he quickly observed his surroundings, relieved to find several places to hide nearby.
Instantly, he held his breath and crouched down to move.
Not far away, four armed men were marching in unison toward his location, evidently well-trained.
"Where is he?"
Upon discovering that Yancy Hastings’ hiding spot was empty, they became vigilant.
Meanwhile, Yancy Hastings got lucky, finding a military dagger where he was hiding.
Well, it seems fortune is smiling upon him.
Watching the four men spread out to search, he coldly curled his lips.
He was the captain of the national Special Forces Unit, a title not made in vain.
Dealing with these people was a matter that could be settled in minutes.
...
Ten minutes later—
Yancy Hastings walked out of the Underground Black Market with four guns in hand, a small copper token still in his pocket.
Coming here was indeed a fruitful endeavor.
With that thought, he departed directly, found a car, and headed to the MC Group.
MC Group—
Maxwell Peary sat in front of the computer, his expression serious, as those he investigated had yet to reply.
Thinking about this, he furrowed his brows sharply.
These useless fools!
"Maxwell."
Yancy Hastings approached, similarly displeased.
"Hmm."
Maxwell Peary looked up at him, sensing something was off.
"I just went to the Black Market and encountered four small fry."
Saying this, he placed four guns on Maxwell Peary’s desk.
"You were ambushed? It seems there’s something at the Black Market they want but haven’t obtained yet."
Maxwell Peary pondered, only this made sense.
But what could be at the Black Market?
After all, it’s a massive trading place, incredibly complex.
"I agree, but I looked around and saw nothing special."
Perhaps, once Owen Lewis wakes up, he can provide some information.
"I’ll send people to guard that place; these four small fry not returning should convey a message to whomever is behind them."
After speaking, Maxwell Peary issued the task via phone call.
"I also found this there."
Saying this, Yancy Hastings pulled the copper token from his pocket.
Maxwell Peary’s brows furrowed sharply, his gaze like a hook, incredibly sharp.
The copper token, with an unmistakably large ’Black’ character engraved on it.
"Leon Blackwood!"
𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Maxwell Peary squeezed out these three words through clenched teeth.
He still didn’t understand why Leon Blackwood suddenly targeted him; after all, they had always steered clear of each other’s affairs.
If Leon acted this way, isn’t he afraid of suffering losses himself?
"Leaving this token behind is quite suspicious; I think it needs further investigation."
"No need to investigate!"