Chapter 32  That night, in a private hospital in Jayrodale, Dn stormed in with over 100 of his men dressed in ck.


    The hospital staff and visitors trembled in fear, wondering who had earned the wrath of South Citys most notorious crime lord


    Dn, usually sporting a buzzcut and friendly demeanor, was oddly absent of smiles.


    When the doctor émerged from the ward, Dn extinguished his cigarette and asked, Hows Bobby? The doctors face was grave as he shook his head replying, It doesnt look good.


    What does that mean? Exin ! H Hes in a vegetative state, the doctor said carefully, casting a wary nce at Dn


    Surprisingly, Dn showed neither rage nor murderous intent.


    Mr.


    Garner, we must get our revenge! Let us tear this punk into pieces for daring to touch one of our own! Just say the word, Mr.


    Garner; Ill take care of this clueless punk right now! Dn raised his hand.


    Keep it down.


    Dont disturb Bobbys rest.


    But Mr.


    Garner ... Dn cut them off sharply.


    Didnt you hear what I said? Be quiet.


    III handle this myself! The doctor found Dns behavior strange.


    Usually, when South City suffered any slight, Dn would retaliate immediately, never hesitating even against powerful families.


    This restraint was entirely out of character


    Dn left the hospital lost in thought, his army of suited men following behind in an intimidating parade. Just then, an understated Rolls Royce pulled up to the hospital entrance


    His men moved to confront the car, outraged that someone would dare block Dns path.


    However, when the window rolled down, revealing a stern looking man, several of Dns more experienced subordinates immediately backed off and ordered the others to stand down.


    Kid, lets have a chat, the man invited with a smile.


    Dn forced a smile, but he obediently got into the car.


    One of the newer recruits whispered in shock, Sam, who the hell does this old man think he is, calling Mr.


    Garner kid ? Sam pped the rookie hard.


    Shut your mouth, you idiot! Thats Mr.


    Martin Yates, the richest man in Jayrodale.


    Even Mr.


    Garner shows him respect! The rookies face turned pale, and he quickly fell silent, realizing he had crossed a line


    11/2  Chapter 32 Inside the car, Dn said coldly, Mr.


    Yates, my man Bobby is now brain dead.


    You know what a huge loss this is for South City, right? Marvin, leaning on his dragon headed cane, chuckled.


    Even if hed died outright, it wouldnt.


    be that big of a deal.


    Dn barely contained his anger.


    Mr.


    Yates, thats not how we work


    Do you expect me to just take it without standing up for myself? Marvin turned to look at him, maintaining his friendly demeanor.


    So, what do you propose ? Since youre here ying peacemaker, IIIpromise.


    But at minimum, that punk needs toe to South City and beg for forgiveness on his knees, Dn replied


    Marvin shook his head with augh.


    Thats not going to happen.


    Dn snapped, Mr.


    Yates, Im already showing you great respect.


    If it were up to me, punk would be torn to shreds!