I Have a Tycoon Granpa

“Jordan! Help…”

The man lying on the ground screamed for help. He had been tortured badly.

His hands were cut off, and he was covered in his blood.

But Arlo still kept his composure as if he hadn’t been affected by the bloody scene.

“What do you say, Jordan?”

Arlo waved his hand, gesturing his men to drag the man out, which left a bloody trail on the floor…

“Don’t you dare to play dumb with me.” Arlo shook his head when he found Jordan silent.

“You know I’m losing my patience.” Arlo felt kind of disappointed.

“Fine. After I have the cup of tea, your wife will be the next in line.” His brows drew together and sipped his tea, saying, “It’s getting cool, and I have to speed up.”

Jordan was scared.

He had cut off others’ hands for innumerable times.

But when he pictured it that his wife’s hands were cut off on his mind, he had cold feet.

“What do you want?”

Jordan directly pointed out, “As long as you set free my wife, I can give you anything you want.”

“So, you mean you admit that you’ve defrauded me?” Arlo asked slowly.

“Yes.” Jordan nodded as he had no choice but to tell the truth.

The moment he saw the man in blood, he knew Arlo had seen him past.

The man whose hands were cut off was a local card shark in Donhey. Couple of days ago he asked Jordan to cooperate with him to defraud a filthy-rich guy. Then they’d split the money fifty-fifty.

In the first place Jordan wasn’t into it, but the card shark promised that Jordan would obtain at least 150,000 dollars.

aroused Jordan’s interest. But he knew for sure that it wouldn’t be that easy to

the card shark

and play the shill.

a nobody but a filthy-rich moron, and he agreed

was one of

so-called gamble turned out

a shit if Arlo would find out that he had been defrauded. After all, Jordan was the

would be canning enough

teahouse here? To set up hoaxes and elicit money? Or just because

the question, Jordan said, “Dude, I didn’t know the card shark well. It was all his

laughed out before Jordan could finish his words. “Well, I’m the problem, and come and solve

dagger and threw it to Jordan. “Come on. Kill me. You’ve got a reputation

furrowed as Arlo had already seen

know I won’t kill you. You’ve

sneered, “Pray tell, what the fuck do you

a negotiation expert who concealed what he really wanted to eat

made it since Jordan had already broke

what Arlo wanted, Jordan

calmly poured a cup of tea for Jordan. “Have a taste

fuck

time he scowled

quickly gulped

it was, he had to

more?” Then Arlo poured

down it again, his

more.” Arlo poured a third

his fists so tight that his nails stubbed into his flesh, and his blood dripped onto the floor

“What a tough

of my wife?” Jordan asked huskily with his red and swollen

I let go of her now, your hitmen will rush in

I won’t set her free unless I’m sure

know what I

he grabbed a pen and paper to jot

Arlo nodded. “It’s simple.”