Chapter 461

This was the "Marco" they kept talking about.

Their backup had arrived.

The beaten thugs struggled to get back on their feet.

They hid behind Marco.

Everyone started talking at once.

"Marco! It's them! They beat up Connor and Sebastian!"

"They even attacked us!"

"You have to teach them a lesson!"

"Hitting us is like slapping you in the face!"

"The Marco Gang can't be humiliated like this!"

...

The lanky young man's face darkened.

Connor Croix was overjoyed.

He could already picture these people on their knees begging for mercy.

But the next second.

Thump—

He took a heavy punch to the corner of his eye.

Connor was completely stunned.

Sebastian Croix, covered in blood, didn't escape either.

A hard slap landed on his face.

"Marco?!"

The two couldn't believe it.

"Why are you hitting us?"

"Idiots!" Marco started kicking and punching the thugs.

"A bunch of blind fools!"

"How dare you cause trouble in front of Mr. Quincy!"

He turned to the bald man.

His face full of讨好.

"Mr. Quincy, I'm sorry you had to see this joke."

The bald man, Mr. Quincy, smiled faintly.

"Marco, you're doing well. Recruiting lackeys and even forming a Marco Gang?"

"Planning to branch out on your own?"

Marco's face turned pale.

He quickly bowed.

"No, no! It's a misunderstanding, Mr. Quincy!"

"I'm your lackey, so they are your lackeys too!"

He glared fiercely at Connor and Sebastian.

"What are you waiting for? Greet Mr. Quincy!"

Connor had already been beaten by Sebastian Evans.

Now he took a punch from his own backup.

Sebastian was worse off.

Bleeding from his leg.

Slapped in the face.

And now he had to bow and scrape.

"Hello, Mr. Quincy! We were blind."

The bald man remained expressionless.

Sebastian's eyes darted.

"Mr. Quincy, we're your people!"

"These people came to the village to pick a fight. They have no respect for you!"

Connor nodded repeatedly.

"We were just waiting for your orders—"

Marco also looked at Mr. Quincy.

He had been with Mr. Quincy when he got the call.

Mr. Quincy said he wanted to come along.

Marco was flattered.

He brought his men rushing over.

Just waiting for Mr. Quincy's command.

But—

Mr. Quincy remained silent.

His expression unreadable.

Marco was about to add more details.

A slap landed on his face.

Marco was completely stunned.

"Mr. Quincy?!"

Everyone was shocked.

Connor and Sebastian were dumbfounded.

The bald man didn't even look at him.

He walked up to Sebastian Evans with a smile.

"Mr. Evans, you should have told me you were coming."

"I could have played host properly."

Sebastian Evans was calm.

"No need. Let's deal with the matter at hand first."

Mr. Quincy nodded with a smile.

"Of course!"

He then looked at the two big men.

"Mr. Evans, are they satisfactory?"

"Quite." Sebastian Evans nodded.

"Good."

So the men were lent by Mr. Quincy.

Connor and Sebastian exchanged a glance.

Their faces turned pale.

The two tried to slip away.

Mr. Quincy's men immediately grabbed them.

They were brought before Sebastian Evans.

Mr. Quincy asked, "How would you like to handle this, Mr. Evans?"

Sebastian Evans gave a light laugh.

"Your men, you decide."

Mr. Quincy glanced at the two.

His tone suddenly turned cold.

"Break one of each of their hands."

"No, Mr. Quincy!"

"We were wrong! Have mercy on us!"

The two kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Mr. Quincy remained unmoved.

He raised his hand, signaling his men to proceed.

Alexander Laurent suddenly spoke.

"Clean up your own mess behind closed doors."

"Don't spill blood on someone else's doorstep."

Only then did everyone realize they were still at the Watson family's door.

In broad daylight.

Mr. Quincy nodded.

His men immediately dragged the Croix brothers away.

Connor and Sebastian had just breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew they were doomed.

Connor's eyes darted.

"Stop! I'm calling the police!"

Yes, the police!

"They attacked us! Our injuries are proof!"

"Sebastian, call them now!"

Mr. Quincy raised an eyebrow.

He looked at Marco with a faint smile.

"Your lackey has some brains."

But not many.

Marco looked embarrassed.

Sebastian had already called the police.

"...Cooperation Group Two, Lower Dam Village, outside the Watson residence."

Mr. Quincy said to Sebastian Evans with a smile.

"Mr. Evans, you see."

"It's not that I don't want to clean house."

"They want to call the police, so I won't interfere."

He waved his hand.

Everyone got into the auto rickshaws.

They had arrived in a noisy crowd.

Now they left in a single file.

Just like that, they were gone?

Connor was delighted.

Mr. Quincy wasn't going to deal with them!

The brothers breathed a sigh of relief.

Their hands were safe.

Hannah Morse didn't understand this move.

Marcus Lawrence explained in a low voice.

"If Mr. Quincy took them, they'd be finished."

"Calling the police is seeking official protection."

"Mr. Quincy's men are afraid of the police."

"But we have evidence. Aren't they walking right into a trap by calling the police?"

Marcus Lawrence sneered.

"They definitely have a backup plan."

Alexander Laurent suddenly checked his watch.

"It's about time."

Everyone was confused.

The police arrived quickly.

Connor smiled and stepped forward with a cigarette.

But he realized these weren't officers from the town police station.

They were unfamiliar faces.

"Connor Croix? Sebastian Croix? We're from the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division."

"We received a report last night. You are suspected of organized crime."

"Please come with us for investigation!"

This twist was sudden.

The two Croix brothers were stunned.

The three from the Sullivan group were also speechless.

Hannah looked at Marcus Lawrence.

"Did you call for backup?"

Otherwise, how did the city police arrive so quickly?

Marcus Lawrence shook his head.

"I didn't."

"Then who did?"

Hannah suddenly thought of something.

She sharply turned to look at Alexander Laurent.