After he was done speaking, Hart handed the umbre to one of the suited men and waved, saying, "Let''s go."


    As Hart turned to leave, the twenty or so suited men rushed forward, assaulting Molton with punches and kicks, knocking him to the ground.


    As the crowd dispersed, Molton was left lying in a sorry state in a puddle on the ground, covered in footprints. The intense pain in his abdomen and the aches all over his body repeatedly reminded Molton of what had happened.


    The pouring rain washed away everything, but it could not wash away the shame and anger in Molton''s heart. Before long, Haron appeared at the alley entrance. He did not have an umbre, and his whole body was soaked as he came to Molton''s side, reaching out to pull Molton up from the ground.


    In the rain, Molton turned over and knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and said, "Did you see what just happened?"


    Haron did not speak and just nodded.


    Molton suddenly felt like he had not done anything wrong to deserve all that. All Molton wanted was a fair chance atpetition. However, Hart was a tyrant. In front of him, there was no justice for Molton.


    But what was the point of living in such humiliation?


    "Will you help me? Haron, only you can help me now, so let me ask you this. Will you help me?"


    Looking at Molton''s bloodshot eyes, Haron nodded and said, "Yes, I''ll help you, but let''s talk after you get up."


    Molton grabbed Haron''s hand and got up from the ground. Then, the two of them returned to their residence together.


    In the afternoon, Hart received a call from Kearson. Kearson instructed Hart not to trouble Molton, but Hart smirked and said, "Oh, what a pity. I just had someone teach him a lesson this afternoon. I bet he''s still hating me now."


    Kearson said on the phone, "That guy definitely needed to be taught a lesson for not knowing his ce and daring to offend the Jackson family. Well, let''s leave it at that. Don''t bother him anymore in the future. Let him reflect on his mistake."


    "Understood, Lord Kearson."


    Kearson also told Hart on the phone about the contract between Wilbur and Molton being canceled, which made Hart burst intoughter, saying, "Hahaha, I knew that guy was just acting impulsively. How could he possibly sell for such a price?"


    Hart''s suspicion of Moltonpletely dissipated, and Kearson also breathed a sigh of relief. After hanging up the phone, Kearson felt puzzled because he did not know whether Molton had just been acting on impulse or if he also knew about the ancient trade route.


    Although Haron said only he and Kearson knew about it, since Molton dared to sign a contract worth three hundred million, it showed that he might know about the trade route.


    Kearson considered the trade route as a treasure. If Molton knew about it, then he must find a way to get rid of Molton. Otherwise, Haron would collude with Molton sooner orter. By then, Kearson would lose control over Haron and could no longer use him for his own purposes.


    In the evening, Wilbur was sitting in his hotel room reading the newspaper when the phone rang.


    "Hello, who is this?"


    "Mister Penn, it''s me, Molton."


    "Mister Molton, do you need anything?"