Novel Square
Chapter 330
Chapter 330
Chapter 330 Masked Man
Although Alton was the governor, he had never matched Charles‘ power and authority in New Bay.
He lost many of his men to corruption as Charles slowly but surely stripped all of them away.
He realized he could control New Bay completely once he dealt with Charles.
“I would have conquered all of New Bay if I had another year! You’re just some nobody who couldn’t do
anything without Caspian coming to your rescue! You’re nothing more than a coward without any ambit
ions of your own!” said Charles.
Alton was visibly angry from his comment. “What did you say? Arrest him!”
Several of his men steadily walked up to arrest Charles.
Charles no longer had the will to fight after suffering heavy injuries from his fight with Caspian.
He would soon be met with an equally harsh session of interrogation.
Charles still wanted
to make a last stand, but it was already a miracle that he could manage to remain conscious while bear
ing deep wounds,
Besides, he no longer stood any chance at turning the tide with Caspian and the group of armed soldier
s standing before him.
Resisting would truly spell the end of his life.
One of the soldiers handcuffing Charles teased, “Let’s go, God of Gambling!”
It was not every day that you could arrest someone like Charles.
Charles was furious after being disrespected by a mere soldier. “Bastard!”
He felt suffocated and started panting heavily for air.
He shook his head in despair, wondering if the Hoff family’s God of Gambling was no more.
A loud bang suddenly rang out and sent the soldiers flying backward.
Suddenly, a figure clad in all black appeared in the room. He wore a long black robe that covered his e
ntire body and a mask that helped conceal his identity.
Caspian’s calm and collected demeanor had turned sour for the first time tonight.
He could tell from a single glance that the masked man was no ordinary person and was even stronger
than Charles,
Charles‘ expression turned from despair to joy, as if the masked man’s appearance had lit up a new ho
pe within his heart.
He gritted his teeth as he knelt down politely despite his injuries. “It’s good to see you, Mr. Gilbert Shar
e!”
“You’re useless, Charles. It’s a pity to see you in such a sorry state on your own turf!” answered Gilbert.
Charles surprisingly remained silent as he took the criticism head–on.
He knew very well just how powerful the masked man before him was.
When Charles was young, he had joined a secret society by chance.
It was also the very same secret society that helped him become the God of Gambling.
“Let’s go,” said Gilbert as he looked down at Charles.
Gilbert had risked himself to rescue Charles only because he deemed Charles still valuable.
“Mr. Shane, please save my only son as well!” shouted Charles.
Jean had also regained a glimmer of hope as he realized that someone was here to save his father.
“You gotta save me, Dad!”
He knew that his father would definitely not leave him behind.
Charles grew anxious as he watched his son asking for help.
But Gilbert seemed to have no intention of saving Jean as he stood still without a response.
Charles gritted
his teeth and declared, “Mr. Shane, I’m willing to offer you all of my fortune so long as you save my only
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An offer of several billion dollars would be able to tempt anyone.
Gilbert shuddered as he listened to Charles‘ offer. “It’s a deal, Charles. But if you ever go back on your
word, you should already know what will happen.
“of
course, Mr. Shane. I never go back on my word! The Hoff family’s fortune is more than it seems on the
surface. I’ve also hidden a lot of funds around the world. Everything can be yours so long as you save
me and my son!” answered Charles.
Charles had long started planning for times of crisis like this.
He had been transferring funds overseas since a decade ago.
He had transferred his funds to a secret location that not even Jean knew.
Gilbert turned around to face Alton. “Let him go.”
Alton was pissed, feeling disrespected after being commanded like a maid.
“Who do you think you are? Kill him! I’ll tear that mask off your face once you’re dead and see just who
the hell you are!” shouted Alton.
The next moment, dozens of guns were aimed at Gilbert.
“I gave you a choice, Mr. Governor. You should know your own limits,” answered Gilbert.
Gilbert’s body flickered for a moment before he disappeared on the spot and reappeared right on top of
Alton.
The inhumane speed had caught everyone by surprise.
Judging by his annoyed response, it seemed that Gilbert really wanted to kill Alton.
It was extremely disrespectful and also an extremely bold move to try and kill a governor of New Bay in
But Gilbert was set on killing Alton right then and there.
Even though Alton was an eternal grandmaster himself, he was still surprised by Gilbert’s strength.
Gilbert attempted to strangle Alton and break his neck in one swift motion.
Alton would definitely die once Gilbert managed to sink his hands into his neck.
“You must have balls of steel to be trying something like this right in front of me!” shouted Caspian.
The roar from Caspian was so loud that Gilbert’s ears were ringing from the aftermath.
By the time he managed to react, Caspian’s fist was already right in front of his face.
Caspian’s fists were filled with so much anger and power that the room began to shake.
Gilbert raised his arms in order to shield his head from the attack.
A heavy thud echoed as Gilbert was sent flying backward before he coughed out a huge
amount of blood.
Gilbert retreated backward for dozens of steps before he managed to stabilize himself.
The only thought going through his mind right now was to escape.
From that single punch, he realized he was absolutely no match for Caspian.
Lingering around would only mean being defeated and arrested alongside Charles.
Gilbert steadied himself as he grabbed ahold of Charles.
Charles was still frozen in place after witnessing the impact of Caspian’s punch.
He was surprised that even Gilbert was not a match for Caspian.
He began to wonder about Caspian’s true identity.