Chapter 278 How dare you insult Madam Vostokoff ! Are you asking for death? West Ends enforcers erupted in anger.


    In all these years, no one has ever dared to disrespect our leader on our turf! Over the years, many have experienced Natashas ruthless cunning firsthand.


    For this young upstart to openly mock her intelligence right to her face he must have been tired of living. As and Finley could barely contain their joy at this turn of events.


    Dn, is this your way of making South City perish faster? Finley taunted, fanning himself with a smirk.


    He added, Andrew, I know youre trying to get Madam Vostokoffs attention, but this thorny rose is far beyond your reach.


    Now, youll probably leave here in pieces! Mr.


    Garner, hes your man, Natasha snapped.


    For old times sake, III give you one chance to exin what he means.


    Otherwise, none of you will leave West Ends headquarters alive.


    Madam Vostokoff, Mr.


    Lloyd can be quite direct, but let me exin- Dn began with an awkward smile.


    Exin ? No need, Andrew interrupted, still smiling.


    Madam Vostokoff, III say it again- youre a fool being yed for entertainment, and you dont even realize


    it.


    Natashas men were enraged.


    Before long, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the conference room, and dozens of West Ends thugs armed with machetes, batons, and knives flooded in, surrounding thempletely. Now you know why they call me the ck Widow, Natasha said coldly, looking down at the seated Andrew.


    She continued, Everyone whos dared to challenge me is dead.


    Ive seen too many young hotheads like you who think theyre untouchable just because they have some backing.


    Dn pleaded, Madam Vostokoff, lets talk this through.


    Mr.


    Lloyd came here to negotiate, not fight.


    Using force like this goes against the rules of the meeting.


    Ive been more than patient, Natasha exploded Did you not hear how this boy was asking for death? My reputation isnt just for show! Madam Vostokoff, I suggest cutting out his tongue first, Finley chimed in gleefully.


    Then break his limbs piece by piece.


    After he dies from torture, hang his body at West Ends entrance as a warning to others.


    Anyst words? Natasha asked Andrew icily.


    Andrews expression turned cold, and he calmly stated, Youre proving my point about being a fool.


    Lets ignore whether your men can eveny a finger on me for now.