After about a 45-minute drive, they arrived at the slum where Derek and Yasmin lived.


    Outside, a woman in her 50s was busy processing newly collected waste at a scrap collection


    center.


    Xeno did not stop the car. In fact, when they reached the entrance of the housingplex, he even


    sped up.


    “Mr. Hun… we’re already here,” Derek could not help but remind him.


    Yasmin looked equally puzzled.


    Nash, sitting in the passenger seat, nced in the rearview mirror and calmly said, “We’re being


    followed.”


    The siblings looked back, and their expressions immediately changed.


    Concerned, Yasmin asked, “Derek, did you offend someone again?”


    Derek responded sternly, “I work in the factory every day and rarely go out. Who could I have


    offended?”


    “Enough… Stop arguing… You two stay here… Mr. Nash and I will handle those guys!”


    Xeno said with furrowed brows.


    The siblings immediately fell silent.


    When the car reached a deserted stretch of road, it stopped.


    Three vans from behind quickly surrounded them, and a tattooed man wearing a ck vest stepped


    out.


    From the vans, over 30 men emerged.


    Xeno stepped out with a cold face. “Who are you? Why are you following us?”


    The tattooed man nced at Xeno. “Mr. Hun, this has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it!”


    The henchmen around appeared wary of Xeno. They were obviously a little afraid of him.


    Xeno smirked. “The people in the car are my friends. None of you can touch them!”


    “The people in the car?”


    The tattooed man seemed puzzled and then pointed at Nash. “We’re here for him.”


    Nash touched his nose, smiling. “And who sent you?”


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    The tattooed man, growing impatient, waved his hand, “Attack! A reward of 500,000 for each cut. If he


    dies, I’ll take the me.”


    The lure of 500,000 was too tempting for the ruffians.


    They drew their knives and rushed forward without another word.


    In a swift move, Nash knocked down the front five attackers like an ancient beast breaking through a


    cage.


    Within 30 seconds, all 30 were on the ground.


    The tattooed man that had a cigarette dangling from his lips was stunned.


    Nash slowly approached him and asked calmly, “Tell me, who sent you?”


    If they were from the bigger families or his enemies, they would have sent high-level warriors. He


    surmised that whoever sent these ordinary men was not familiar with his capabilities.


    “It… It was Ms. Graham,” the tattooed man stammered, still in shock from the swift defeat of


    his crew.


    There were over 30 of them!


    Nash finished them off before he could finish a cigarette!


    “Ms. Graham? I don’t know a Ms. Graham.’


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    Nash frowned.


    He could not recall himself offending anydy..


    “Queenie Graham… She… She works at Universal Group!”


    “Oh, her. You all can leave now!”


    Nash realized who it was.


    He recalled meeting a Mr. Long and a Ms. Graham at Cloud Peak Pce Hotel.


    That Ms. Graham must have been Queenie Graham.


    Hence, Nash returned to the car.


    Xeno turned the car around and headed back to the slurs.


    “Mr. Nash… you’re incredible!”


    Derek eximed, still exhrated by the swift battle.


    He was about to help, but before he could even open the car door, Nash had taken care of the


    situation.


    As expected of the Youngs’ descendant!


    Yasmin looked at Nash with a different glint in her eyes.


    However, she remembered… Nash seemed to have a girlfriend.