Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 511

He wasn't the only one crashing this standoff; behind him was a crowd of bodyguards. Before they even said a word, the fight that was on the verge of erupting came to a complete standstill. Instantly, the atmosphere chilled.

Eugene chuckled coldly. Just as Pele had said, all of The Quintets seemed to have gathered here. Other than the captured Tres, the rest of the gang was present. The lobby was filled with a mass of people, each of them baring their teeth in a fierce snarl. The tables and chairs were all flipped over or broken, like someone had trashed the place.

Eugene glanced at Jefe, who stood in the center of the crowd. He was the calmest of them, but due to his leg injury, he remained seated in his wheelchair.

Jefe was also currently looking at Eugene as well. They both had their own thoughts when their eyes met. Jefe and the rest of The Quintets wanted to save Tres, but all Eugene wanted was to exact payback on them.

Since Eugene was here, most of the crowd thought that they wouldn't need to resolve the situation with killing. Just the man's aura was powerful enough. Both The Quintets and Brian's men automatically stopped and quietly cleared a path for Eugene in tacit understanding.

Dos frowned slightly. In actuality, they knew that Eugene was the one who captured Tres, but they still didn't want to get into a fight with him. Tres was still just a member of The Quintets. He wasn't worth the trouble to the point of getting into a direct confrontation with Eugene.

Wasn't Brian's relationship with Eugene like water

of you. This has nothing

was the one who captured Tres. If you have anything to say, say

when he heard that. He took a few steps closer toward Eugene and questioned,

now, Eugene stood before Dos. "Don't you already know the reason deep down? You laid your hands on my girlfriend repeatedly. Was it

instinctively stopped. He knew full

were facing off, they could still beat him. With Eugene here now, though, no one really knew who the actual troublemaker here was. Dos pretended not to know anything while arguing in defiance, "Who the f*cking hell laid a hand on

sweep across his body. Immediately, someone gripped his neck tightly, instantly making his face

struggled, but he didn't expect the hand on his neck to remain in a vice grip, like pincers. He couldn't budge