Chapter 905


    “What''s the deal between Mafia me and Carol?" the old man pressed on, “Is Carol with Mafia me


    now?"


    "I have no idea what you''re talking about." Arabe quickly retorted.


    She racked her brain but couldn''t ce who this old man could possibly be. She hadn''t crossed paths


    with anyone this aged before, so how could he have guessed her connection with the head of Mafia


    me?


    "No matter who you are, you''reing with me today."


    He had to bring this young miss back to his superiors. She was suspiciously skilled, her moves eerily


    simr to the Mafia me’s boss, and she remained calm under pressure. Clearly, she had been


    specially trained!


    If she was indeed sent by Mafia me to meddle in their affairs, then it was perfect timing to strike


    back at Mafia me!


    It was time to settle old scores!


    Arno unleashed his fiercest moves against the young miss but found her to be an excellent fighter with


    quick reflexes. The fragrance of the narcotic in the air seerned to have no effect on her!


    “Who the hell are you?" Arno was beginning to feel outmatched. Arabe had the upper hand with


    every move, and he felt more and more powerless to turn the tide.


    This girl was too formidable.


    Arabe nned to take him down with a few swift moves but was caught off guard when Arno hit a


    switch, causing the ceiling to drop a dozen iron balls, each about the size of a burger. If theynded on


    her head, she''d be a goner.


    After effortlessly dodging the iron balls, she found the old man had triggered another switch and


    escaped through a hidden passage in the wall.


    To avoid being led on a wild goose chase, Arabe decided not to pursue him. She pulled out her


    phone and called rk.


    "rk, I''ve met this Grandpa Arno. If I''m not mistaken, he''s likely part of an organization and


    deliberately got close to them."


    On hearing this, rk instinctively asked, "Are you hurt?"


    "No, but he got away. I didn''t feel like chasing him.” Arabe added, "He approached them under the


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    guise of a pitiful old man, probably trying to dig out information about Carol from them. This could mean


    that Carol has something they want."


    rk had an idea of what those things might be and was determined to find out.


    "Be careful on your end, and get them on a ne soon,’ Arabe instructed.


    “Okay; rk''s eyes were on the dozens of men in ck suits approaching him as he stood in front of


    the ranch house. He said softly, "Be, I''m feeling a bit peckish. Could you grab me something to eat


    on your way back?"


    Hungry?


    Arabe found this strange.


    After all, a doting brother like rk wouldn''t send his little sister running errands for him.


    The only reason he asked her to buy food was likely to buy time, to prevent her from returning too


    soon.


    So, there must be danger at rk''s end.


    "Okay-” Arabe hung up the call promptly. She turned to Jerry, who was waiting outside and said, “On


    your way back, get some food for rk. Try to get there before I do."


    Huh?


    Jerry was confused. She asked him to buy food and also to get there before she did.


    "I''ll take the car first.” Arabe grabbed the car keys from his hand, hopped in, and sped off toward the


    ranch.


    "Ms. Be.” Jerry finally caught on and started to panic, "At least give me a ride. There are no cabs


    here."


    Looking at the tranquil countryside, Jerry felt like crying. He pulled out his phone to call his


    subordinates.