Great Marshals
Chapter 27

After hearing these words, Zeke made a movement with his hands.

Three heavily armed escort vehicles drove into the factory. The guards opened the back door of the vehicle when they stopped.

Good Lord!

The sound of a startled cry filled the air.

The money!

Colorful banknotes filled in all three vehicles!

That's... It should be at least a hundred million!

Lacey's factory is only worth a million at most. Where did these hundred million come from?

They seem to have lost a large client.

Recalling Jackson Hamilton's promise, they suppressed their feelings of regret.

Darren put on a fake smile, "Mom, I've underestimated you before. However, don't think you can compete with the Hamilton family with just this hundred million. Boys, let's take the money and go."

Zeke stopped them. "Stay where you are now. You can take the money, but only after we're clear about the contract."

With that, Zeke took out some contracts from the car and handed them to Darren.

"The supply contract clearly states that you will give us a million tons of raw materials before tomorrow."

"If you are unable to deliver it on time, you will pay compensation for breaching the contract or mortgaging your factory to us.

Darren laughed scornfully, "Haha! With a few sheets of paper, are you sure you can threaten us? Don't think about it."

"Even if you get down on your knees and beg, we will not give you anything. You will delay the Schneider family project .. then you can sit in jail."

As he spoke, Darren stretched out his hand to take the money.

Zeke suddenly shot out one leg, making him fly with one kick.

His feet landed hard on Darren's stomach.

His 120 kg body flew straight up like a kite with a broken rope. He hit the wall and fell to the ground.

Darren spewed out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his chest, shouting, "My ribs ... My ribs are broken ..."

Everyone in the crowd started to panic.

Crazy person, this person must be a madman. He had just attacked a man because of one simple disagreement!

Furthermore, with just one kick, the 120 kg Darren Collins was thrown, landing with a broken rib.

How could this guy be so strong? … Can humans exert so much power?

The supplier group was surprised. They did not dare to say a word.

Zeke threatened, "Remember, send a million tons of raw material tomorrow or pay for the damages. If you can't pay for the damage, your factory will be pawned to us."

Darren Collins endured the pain, shouting furiously, "Zeke, you will pay for this, you will die! Just wait! I'll send someone after you tonight!"

Zeke. Holding Lacey's hand, she said, "Lacey, let's go."

Once they were in the distance, a group of suppliers gathered around Darren.

"Collins, you're okay, right?"

Darren Collins gritted his teeth. "I'll call my men right now. I want that bastard dead."

Lacey returned to her own office and slammed the door hard.

He rebuked her, "Zeke, you just got careless! Everyone knows Darren is involved with the triads. If gangsters really show up, there'll be problems."

Zeke just smiled.

| control the national power machine, army.

In the face of the state power machine, the gangsters stand no chance.

"Don't worry. He is an unimportant character. He can't do much."

"A character that doesn't matter?" Lacey rubbed her temples as if she was having a headache. "Who gave you such blind courage? You don't seem to care about triads. For a few days, you should be careful. Besides, you really offended the supplier this time. They're definitely not going to send him any supplies for us right now. Without raw materials, how are we going to fulfill the Schneider family's order? Oh, trouble never comes alone."

Zeke sipped his tea slowly. "Perhaps, they'll pawn their factory to us tomorrow."

Lacey rolled her eyes, "You daydream. They'll only pawn their factories to us if their brains turn to mush."

He ignores Zeke and pulls out his phone, trying to contact a new supplier.