Trafford’s Trading Club

Anton's fists hit Andrew extremely hard, yet Andrew, who has also experienced countless battles in the ring, has vast experience.

Skillfully dodged Anton's fist.

The fist hit Andrew directly on the bookshelf behind him, and the thick planks didn't resist Anton's fist! Anton swept his arm as soon as his fist entered the bookshelf!

Strong arms, like bulldozers, suddenly smashed through the compartment planks on the bookshelf and swept towards Andrew.

Andrew lifted his arms simultaneously and protected himself in front of the front door, but he was no match for this fear. Just a moment of resistance, his body could not control itself and his arms were almost numb at the same time.

Andrew even felt his arm almost broken —— he felt it before he realized how horrible this guy really was.

But Andrew is not the only one in this luxurious and spacious study.

“Stop! Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never see this guy again! ”

Andrew's assistant screaming!

Anton had to stop at the moment - at least he knew what the guy was holding and what Nikita was under.

The pistol in his assistant's hand was so close to Nikita's head that Nikita had to shake her hands and squeeze out an ugly smile: "Hey, guys, I seem to be dragging my legs back, right? However, if you tell me that there is only one * * * stick behind me, I will praise you..."

“I wish it was just a stick.” Oleg said carefully, measuring everything around him quickly at the same time.

Andrew's men have climbed up - and while they all look uncomfortable under the violence in Anton, the situation has now been reversed.

Anton even had to stop panicking... what should he do with this situation?

Suddenly.

Oleg had a big drink.

The electric flint only saw Oleg jump! He was already very tall, and the jump at this point was remarkable!

Oleg's hands, now grabbed directly onto the luxury crystal chandelier in the study! Along with Oleg's drink, he ripped off the crystal chandelier raw!

At the moment of cremation, huge lights fell to the ground.

Instinctively, the assistant consciously took two steps back. At the same time, Oleg's hands muscled up, grabbed the shelf of the crystal lamp, waved wildly, and the assistant was swept away and his body swept to the ground.

“Go! Go! Go!” Oleg drinks wildly at the moment.

Nikita grabbed Anton's arm and snatched the door. At the end of the day, Oleg pulled the shelf of the crystal lamp, stuck it on the door frame, temporarily blocked the door and left.

“Boss, are you okay? ”

The assistant climbed up and rushed to Andrew's side, panicking.

Andrew took a few deep breaths, forked back and forth and took a quick step, and suddenly turned around and said, “What are you still standing there for? Chase, chase!!! ”

“Yes…”

……

……

“It should be safe for now. ”

Oleg pressed down the blinds and looked outside. As for Nikita, at this time, she was very familiar with removing a bottle of wine from the tea room and walking out with a few glasses in her hand.

Oleg frowned: “Nikita, stay calm, don't mess with the company stuff. ”

“Boss, I'm dying of pain, aren't I?” Nikita sat down with her teeth, dropped her cup and looked at Antoine as she poured wine: “This is the logistics company that Oleg and I work for. Andrew, they may be coming back to Oleg's house to find us, but I'm sure they won't expect to come to this place. ”

Anton had an exciting look on his face at the moment. He still smelled what had just happened at the casino. He had to look at Oleg, "Dad... Mr. Oleg, he was just so handsome! ”

“Ha ha!” Nikita laughed proudly: "It's just a pediatric! You don't know, Oleg fucked a club when he was alone! You may not have imagined that the situation was much more alarming than this one...”

“Nikita, you talk too much!” Oleg suddenly sighed.

Nicky Tarton kept his mouth shut, "I don't say, I drink my wine. ”

Oleg suddenly said: "Andrew is no one to mess with, you offended him, you can't stay here for now... you have to get out of here, as far away as you can, when it gets dark, I'll take you to the station. ”

“Dude, what about you? ”

Oleg bluntly said, "I'm not leaving until Antoine finds it. Don't worry, if I'm going to hide, they won't find me that easy. ”

Nikita didn't say anything, just nodded. Anton moved his lips and tried to say something, but eventually didn't say it. He looked at Nikita pouring a glass of wine, suddenly picking up a sip and coughing in haste.

“You'd better go with Mags! Vodka is for adults, little brother.” Nikita had to laugh.

Anton choked: “I'm just not used to anyone saying I can't drink. ”

Nikita shrugged her shoulders and stood up in a hunch, "I squatted in a toilet, what happened to calling me? ”

It wasn't until Nikita left that Oleg measured Anton. He had a wrinkle on his eyebrow, and he was lying there, standing up, “Have we met somewhere? ”

He sat in front of Anton and looked directly at the guy who was stronger than himself... especially his eyes, which made him feel like he couldn't let go.

“No.” Anton shook his head, lowered his head and put the glass on his hand, suddenly saying, "Mr. Oleg, if you just keep hitting me, we'll be able to beat that guy up real hard. Why are you leaving? ”

Oleg said softly, "What happened after I beat him up? ”

“Tell him no more trouble! ”

Oleg laughed, shook his head, held up a glass of wine and shook, “That would only make him more angry. Guy, listen, unless you kill him, he won't stop looking for trouble for you. So, did you ever think about killing Andrew? ”

“Kill...” Anton shook his head in a hurry, "No. ”

Oleg closed his eyes and leaned back against the chair, slowly saying, "Well, let's go, as far away as we can, as far away from trouble. ”

“Escape, isn't that what cowards do?” Anton suddenly said.

Oleg opened his eyes suddenly, and sitting here he wasn't horrified, "Man, nothing matters more than life. Escape is not necessarily an act of cowardice, but...”

“What is it? ”

Oleg shook his head and said softly, "You'll see. Besides, I'm not obliged to teach you anything - it should be your father's responsibility. ”

Anton suddenly lowered his head: “He… never told me that. ”

“That's a terrible father.” Oleg breathed a lot of vodka in his cup, laughed, looked out the window, and later said softly with a positive tone: “Including me. ”

For some reason, Antonel had this urge to escape from Oleg - isn't this the first time?

……

“Not yet, wait... now! ”

In the toilet came Nikita's dull voice, followed by a relaxing sigh, and he said, "Who is it? ”

“Nikita, it's me. ”

“Anton, wait, I'll be right out.” Nikita touched the sweat canal on her forehead.

Anton said, "Nikita, what kind of man is this Mr. Oleg... he's powerful, but I think he's scared. ”

Nikita was stunned and silenced for a while before she said, "Did he say anything to you? ”

“Not really. ”

“Really...” Nikita sighed at the moment: "He wasn't afraid of anything, he just fell asleep. You know, the one who can wake him up is no longer in the world. ”

“Not in this world? ”

“His wife, Kamala. ”

Mother...

Nikita, who is still squatting in the toilet, looks at the ceiling, lights a cigarette, smokes and then slows down the tunnel: "About twelve years ago? Me and Oleg, and Camara, were all kids growing up in the same village. At that time, we all had dreams...”