Making a Comeback

Chapter 19 Nonsense

Ysabella and Vania closed their eyes in despair, knowing they had nowhere to run.

All of a sudden, the door to the private room was kicked open with a bang, and a guy in a black coat rushed in. Marcus turned and looked at the person who'd messed up his plans. His gaze was ferocious as he shouted, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm here to take your pathetic life!"

All Marcus could see was a guy in a black face mask. He couldn't make out the person's identity.

When Tyrone saw Ysabella's torn clothes and the mark on her face, anger surged through his heart. He was infuriated.

"Fuck!"

"Idiot! Do you know who this is? How dare you spew nonsense? Do you have a death wish?" a gangster shouted. Then he picked up the beer bottle and leaped toward Tyrone, aiming for his head.

Tyrone looked up, glaring at the gangster. Right before the bottle hit his head, he raised his hand to catch it. Instantly, the glass shattered. Before the gangster could realize what was happening, Tyrone stabbed the glass into the gangster's chest.

Spurting a mouthful of blood, the gangster fell to the ground and struggled for a while before losing consciousness. The room fell silent as everyone's attention turned to the man in the black coat.

Marcus looked sullen, while Ysabella was shocked by the puddle of blood on the ground. On the other hand, Vania was in awe; ruthless men of few words were just her type. Moreover, the man in black had a mysterious and majestic demeanor, and it made her heart flutter. She'd never been in a relationship, so she wasn't sure if what she was feeling was love. No, it was probably one-sided love.

"Humph! Who are you? I'm a big man in Cleyton. I hope you can tell me what I've done to offend you."

"I told you, I'm here to take your pathetic life," Tyrone said in a hoarse voice before striding over. The other people were taken aback momentarily before they moved to surround him with weapons in their hands.

"Fight!"

"Fucker! How dare you mess with Marcus? Kill him!"

Although Tyrone was outnumbered, none of these people could compare to him, and he easily took them down.

"You! You—" Marcus had never seen such a skilled fighter before. Every time Tyrone took a step forward, he felt truly scared.

Finally, there was no retreat, and Marcus calmed himself down before saying, "Dude, I don't bullshit, but if you let me go, I can give half of everything I own! No! I'll give it all to you! If you can—Go to hell!"

Marcus suddenly changed tacks. He swiftly took out a small bag from behind him and threw it at Tyrone's eyes. Instantly, the room was filled with white dust, which turned out to be lime powder. Quickly after that, Marcus took out a knife and aimed it at Tyrone's neck. This had been his best move during his prime time in the gang.

However, it only made Tyrone laugh as he thought, "This guy threw lime powder at a man wearing a face mask? Is he a fool or what?"

On the side, Ysabella and Vania started making noises, seemingly trying to remind him to be careful. As Tyrone laughed, he held Marcus' neck and squeezed hard. Marcus' eyes almost popped out before Tyrone finally let go of him. He fell to the ground and passed out.

Finally, Tyrone turned to the two women, whose eyes were wide open. He pursed his lips, ignored them, and left the private room. When he passed Grinch, he said, "Come with me."

Ysabella found the man's hoarse voice and physique familiar. A frown appeared on her face as she mulled over it. The guy in black looked so similar to Tyrone … However, she quickly pushed that thought away as she recalled how skilled this man had been. Although Tyrone had fought in the past, this was different.

Perhaps that guy was just a heroic man who couldn't stand injustice and had decided to help them out.

"That bastard Tyrone! He's really unreliable; I've already called him, but he's still not here!" Ysabelle secretly complained. She didn't notice Vania's look of admiration.

…

Tyrone went to the toilet and removed his face mask. Then he lit a cigarette and took a drag. Since the Hendricks were a prestigious family, everyone in the family had to learn close combat. Moreover, his mother was no ordinary housewife; even the strongest fighter in their family couldn't hold a candle to her.

Therefore, it was impossible for Tyrone to be weak at fighting. Dealing with these gangsters was a piece of cake for him. He'd only decided to keep his identity a secret because he didn't want Ysabella to see such a cruel side of him.

Once, Ysabella had told him she liked elegant guys with good manners more than guys who liked to fight and act cool. After all, they lived in a civilized society, and fighting was too brutal for Ysabella to accept.

After a while, Grinch followed the smoke to find Tyrone. He was shocked by how young Tyrone looked, but he didn't let it show on his face. Seeing Grinch's determination, Tyrone couldn't help but secretly praise him.

"It seems you're one of Marcus' men. Why did he tie you up?"

Grinch answered honestly, "I don't like how he bullies innocent women, so I tried to talk him out of, which made him unhappy."

"As a guy in the underworld, you have your principles, huh? But do you think I'll believe in your words?"

"It's up to you to believe it or not." Grinch had given up, realizing he wasn't Tyrone's opponent. So he slid down the wall and squatted down.

"Yes, I'm part of the underground, and I've done many bad things. But my sister was hurt this way, and I've sworn to never touch innocent women. If you're here to take revenge on me, you can do it now."

Tyrone stared at him before nodding. "Okay, I believe you for now. Do you know why I asked for you?"

"No." Grinch shook his head in a daze.

"From now on, you'll take charge of Marcus' men, and you'll be their boss. What do you think about this arrangement?"

"What? You want me to be the boss?" He'd thought of it as wishful thinking if someone else had said this to him. However, it felt real because Tyrone said it, especially after having witnessed his strength. Grinch knew he wouldn't make empty promises.

"You want me to become your man and work for you?"

"Heh." Tyrone laughed, thinking that Grinch not only had principles but was also smart. He fit Tyrone's criteria well. After all, Tyrone would have to compete against Zack Hendrick in the future. It would be better if he could start secretly building his own team.

"Is there something wrong with that? I won't make nice promises. Instead, I'll be frank with you. You'll encounter many dangerous situations if you work with me. However, you'll be at the top of the world once I succeed. Honestly, this is a huge bet, and it depends on whether you have the guts to take it on."

Grinch could feel his lips trembling, and his forehead gradually beaded with sweat. He felt as if he were standing at a crossroads, and his choice would affect his whole life.

He'd never lacked wild ambition. All he lacked was a chance, and now an opportunity had appeared right before him. There was no way he would let go of it. Soon, Grinch's gaze was filled with determination.

"I'll do it!"

Then he got up and bowed respectfully at Tyrone. "Boss! I'll definitely do a good job. I pledge allegiance to you until death.

Tyrone hummed in response, not having the time to listen to his speech of loyalty. Ysabella was still tied up, and nothing was more important than her.

After that, he threw his coat to Grinch before making a call to Cole. First of all, Tyrone wanted Jenkin Group to be completely destroyed. He wasn't happy with just driving them to bankruptcy; he wanted them to rot in prison for the rest of their lives.

Second, he was unhappy with Rich Clubhouse and wanted Maximus Rich to go bankrupt too. To this request, Cole replied, "I'll do it right away!"

Tyrone decided to run to the top floor of the clubhouse to make his performance more convincing. This way, he'd appear more out of breath and anxious. As he was running up, he bumped into Timothy, who was humming while walking into the clubhouse.