When She Unveils Identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Are You Bennett Wilson?

“Ah!”

Bennett suddenly jumped up, directly scaring Cordell, who was already trembling in fear. He stammered and said, “Ben, you are awake?”

Bennett rolled his eyes and commanded with a calm face, “Big idiot, I have already woken up for a long time! Hurry up and look ahead, step on the accelerator to the end, turn left, and rush straight over. Otherwise, we will all be finished!”

Bennett originally wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he didn’t expect Cordell to be so unreliable! Cordell saw someone’s car was coming over, but he still hesitated and did not increase the speed to rush over. Bennett felt so resigned.

“Ah, but?”

Cordell was shocked by Bennett. Cordell observed the situation in front of him and found that he really should follow Bennett’s instructions.

Cordell tried to get focused, gripped the steering wheel, and said, “I’m going to speed up and turn. Sit tight!”

The sound of the accelerator echoed throughout the car. The car turned to the left and was about to pass through a narrow path. However, it was too late. Another car came from another direction, firmly blocking their way to Crimson Pawnshop.

The worst thing was that Cordell’s car tire which had just exploded was completely scrapped. It was impossible to start the car without a new tire!

“What should we do now?”

Cordell gripped the steering wheel tightly and fell into despair. His death was not a pity, but if Bennett fell into the one-eyed man’ hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Ben, how about I open the car door later and you jump down quickly? Then, you should run to the Crimson Pawnshop and tell them your name. They will protect you!”

Although the Crimson Pawnshop was mysterious and powerful to the outsider, their boss, Mr. Quintin, had a good reputation. Other than being revengeful and having a tough character, he didn’t have any abnormal

deeds.

Therefore, if Bennett fell into Mr. Quintin’s hands, it would be safer than falling into the one-eyed man’s hand.

“You should take care of yourself first. That person is about to break your car window.”

Bennett pointed out the window and reminded Cordell with a calm face.

The one-eyed man was holding a big knife. He smashed the window of the driver’s seat with two or three hits. Then he reached in with one hand. With a brutal expression, he tried to unlock the car door. He sneered, “Fuck, do you think you can escape from my hand? Ridiculous!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to grab a child? Is there no law? If you dare to continue, I’ll call the

police!”

Cordell fought with the one-eyed man while trying to take out his phone to call the police.

“The law?”

The one-eyed man punched him in the head and said fiercely, “Wow, the law? This is Sutor Wharf! You idiot! The fist is the law. This little guy is mine today!”

Cordell suffered a punch and his head was dizzy. After all, he was just a doctor who was only good at using scalpels. How could he be a match for the one-eyed man?

Seeing that the one-eyed man had opened the back door, Cordell shouted anxiously to Bennett, “Ben, now!

Run!”

Bennett did not panic in the face of danger. He crossed his arms and said, “Uncle One-eyed, are you sure you want me? I’m afraid you can’t afford it!”

“Hey, funny. A brave little boy. You can be a candidate as my godson. Tell me why I can’t afford you?”

“Because I am the person that the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop wants. If you want me, you’re against the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop. Why don’t you bring me to the Crimson Pawnshop and have a fight with the boss? I will follow whoever wins.”

Bennett said to the one-eyed man with meticulous logic.

“Heavens, you… you actually know about it?”

Cordell was knocked to the driver’s seat. He had almost fainted, but he was immediately awakened by what This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bennett said!

“What kind of joke is this? Ever since Mr. Quintin took over the Crimson Pawnshop four years ago, his whereabouts have been very mysterious. The number of times he has come to Sutor Wharf can be

counted on one hand. How can he want a little brat like you? And how can I fight him?”

The one-eyed man did not believe what Bennett said. He gradually lost his patience. His hands were like holding a chick as he grabbed Bennett by the back of his collar and threatened him fiercely, “You little brat, you better behave yourself. Otherwise, I will beat you up too!”

“You, you let him go!”

Cordell forced himself to stand up and wanted to stop the one-eyed man, but he was kicked far away.

“Let me go, or you will be finished!”

Bennett was angry. He struggled and resisted desperately, refusing to get in the one-eyed man’s car.

“It’s so noisy. You little bastard, you deserve a beating!”

Just as the one-eyed man was about to give Bennett a tight slap, a heavy off-road vehicle suddenly flew over and knocked his car far away.

“Fuck, who the hell…”

The one-eyed man cursed. When he saw the license plate number of the car, his legs softened and he immediately knelt down. He did not even dare to breathe.

Bennett took the opportunity to break free from his grasp. His small figure was neither fast nor slow. Step by step, he walked to the giant off-road vehicle and looked up at the driver’s seat in neither a humble nor pushy

manner.

The window of the driver’s seat was closed, but one could vaguely see a man wearing a black trench coat, and black sunglasses sitting inside.

All the people present knelt down in unison, their foreheads touching the ground as if they saw a deity who could grasp their life and death.

Bennett stepped on the foot, his snowy little hand knocking on the window, his eyebrows tightly wrinkled, as

if he was a little angry.

After a moment, the window slowly rolled down.

“Are you the boss of the Crimson Pawnshop?”

Bennett asked.

The man in the car had a cold smile on his face. His large sunglasses almost covered half of his face, but it

could not stop his cold vibe.

“Are you Bennett Wilson?”

The man spoke lightly, his voice low and cold.

“That’s right, I am Bennett Wilson. You can also call me Ben.”

Bennett stood straight and said to the man in the car, “You should get out of the car and talk to me. This is

the least manners.”

The man raised his eyebrows. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I won’t be on good terms with you. I won’t introduce you to my mommy, either. My mommy said that I can’t be friends with impolite people.”

The man was silent for a while, and then he really opened the door of the car.

He was nearly 6 feet 3 inches tall. With his black trench coat, he gave off a mysterious, cold, and imposing

vibe.

The one-eyed man carefully raised his head and was instantly subdued by the man’s vibe. He said timidly, “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I snatched something that Mr. Quintin fancied. Mr. Quintin, please spare me! Mr.

Quintin, please spare me!”

Only now did he believe that this little brat was telling the truth. He was really someone that Mr. Quintin had

taken a fancy to.

In the entire Sutor Wharf, no one dared to offend Mr. Quintin, and no one dared to disobey Mr. Quintin. He

was dead for sure this time!

Mr. Quintin did not pay attention to the one-eyed man. Instead, he looked at Bennett and stretched out his big palm to Bennett. He asked, “What about now? Do you want to be friends with me?”