A Billionaire's Revenge : I'll Prove I'm not Trash

Chapter 11

Al sat in the back seat with a serious face, reading the financial report that Joe had just given him last night. His eyes traced every number and strategy that needed to be understood, while the car driven by Joe drove at a steady speed on the highway.  

"So, this is Cassie's company..." Al muttered softly. He never imagined that he would be directly involved in the business world, especially with Cassie's decline.  

Joe who was sitting in the front seat glanced at Al through the rearview mirror. "Mr. Al, are you sure you don't want an extra bodyguard? I've had a bad feeling since earlier."  

Al sighed softly. "I don't need a bodyguard, Joe. This is just a trip to work, not a war." 

Joe snorted. "Yeah, but I don't feel good."  

Just as Joe finished speaking, a black car suddenly cut them off abruptly, causing him to hit the brakes hard. The car tires screeched sharply on the asphalt, almost hitting the vehicle behind.  

"Asshole!" Joe cursed while gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Young Master Al, something's wrong!"  

Before Al could respond, four large men got out of the black car. Their faces were cold, their gazes threatening. One of them, a bald-headed man with a neck tattoo, stepped forward.  

"Get out," he said in a heavy voice.  

Joe quickly pulled out his gun, but before he could aim it, someone from behind smashed the windshield with an iron rod. The glass cracked badly.  

"Goddamn it!" Joe reached for the spare gun under the seat, but the bald man immediately pulled open the door and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out roughly.  

Al, not wanting to appear weak, got out of the car without force. "Who are you?" he asked sharply.  

The tattooed man smirked. "None of your business. But if you're smart, you'll obey."  

Joe, who had already been hit once in the jaw, spat on the ground. "Bastards, you think it's easy to attack us like this?"  

One of the big men approached Al and without a signal immediately threw a punch at his face. Al dodged, but another man from behind pulled his collar, knocking him off balance.  

"Agh!" Al fell to the asphalt, feeling the taste of iron in his mouth as blood flowed from his lips.  

Joe tried to get up, but two men held him down, pounding his body mercilessly. He growled in pain, trying to fight back, but there were too many of them.  

Al, who was already on his feet again, looked at the tattooed man with a murderous glare. "Who told you, huh?"  

The man just chuckled. "You thought I'd tell you?"  

Al spat on the ground, his eyes still sharp. "If you want to kill me, do it now. But if you want to play around, I'll make you regret it."  

The man approached, looking at Al mockingly. "Easy, easy, Young Master. We won't kill you here."

Without warning, a hard fist landed on Al's stomach. He jerked, but didn't fall.  

Joe who saw it growled angrily, "You bastards!"  

The tattooed man kicked Al to the ground again. "This is a warning. You think you can get into the business world without consequences?"  

Al gasped for air, holding back the pain. But he stares at the man without fear. "I'll find out who sent you."  

The man grinned before signaling his men to stand down. "We'll see."  

They got back into the black car and drove off, leaving Al and Joe battered on the side of the road.  

Joe wiped the blood from his temple. "Shit! We gotta find out who they are!"  

Al caught his breath, his face scarred but his eyes sharp. "I'll find out. But obviously, it's not over yet."  

He felt pain all over his body, but one thing was certain-this was the beginning of something much bigger.