Trafford's Trading Club

But he didn’t know how long the anesthesia could last.

"You didn’t kill me, that is to say there’s room for negotiation." Andrew took a deep breath and calmly judged his situation.

Oleg and Anton were both standing in front of him. They looked at him coldly.

"No matter what the condition is, I will fulfil them within my means." Andrew made himself look calm.

Oleg sneered with disdain. He suddenly moved his body to avoid obstructing an erected camera behind him.

At this moment, Anton grabbed Andrew’s hair and moved his head toward the camera’s lens, saying with a low voice, "Do you see it? What you need to do now is to confess all the crimes you have committed, and the illegal dealings you have done."

"You... What are you trying to do?" Andrew was still trying to keep himself together.

But Oleg suddenly came to his side and switch on--- a cutting machine.

"Do you see the belt, and the rotating cut blade at the end of the belt? Andrew, would you like to have a try?"

"Do you have the guts to kill a person?" Andrew asked ruthlessly.

"If we don’t kill you, we’ll have more trouble." Oleg grunted with the sound of the spinning blade, "Are you gonna say it or not! You’d better not tell lies, because we can verify the facts. As long as you do that, your fate..."

Anton picked up a piece of wood from the ground, and threw it to the rotating blades. It was instantly sliced into two halves.

Andrew opened his eyes wide, and panted heavily... his head was now drenched in cold sweat!

...

"Sir! Sir! Are you available? There’s something important! "

"What’s the matter? I have to meet the leaders in a meeting!"

"Mr. Andrew is in trouble."

"Andrew? That bastard got me in trouble again! Humph, tell him that I cannot solve all his problems!"

"But Sir, this time... You should turn on the VK first, someone uploaded a video... Sir, I think you’d better consider what to do with it."

"What!"

VK... One of the largest social networking sites in Russia.

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"It’s so fast..." Anton looked at Andrew’s apartment in astonishment... The inner area was Andrew’s casino.

At this time, lots of police vehicles were gathered there. Some of the casino staffs were being handcuffed and taken out by the policemen.

"Andrew’s video involved too many people...Those people would definitely act soon." Oleg shook his head, "Removing a tumor like Andrew is the main reason for uploading this video. Silencing some people for a period of time is better than killing Andrew in order to vent out their resentment."

Using this video to pull down the upper figures? Does it also include the upper oligopolies who are monopolizing the economy? Perhaps that was just an unrealistic expectation.

"Mr. Oleg, what should we do next?" Anton whispered.

Oleg said, "Listen, we’re involved in this issue after all, even if Andrew was finally convicted because of these sins, there’s no guarantee that our own doings will not be exposed. So you must leave."

Anton was stunned, "But if I go... What will you do?"

Oleg laughed and patted Anton’s shoulder, "I’ll still stay here, and won’t leave until find my child. However, you don’t need to escape hurriedly. Maybe we’ll only be noticed a few days later. If you’ve come here to accomplish something, do it within a few days. This is my phone number, call me if necessary."

"Mr. Oleg..."

Seizing the note, Anton watched Oleg’s figure running quickly along the road, muttering in disappointment, "Dad..."

Anton lowered his head. As he was looking at everything all around him, he suddenly felt lost. There seemed to be no place for him.

He really wanted to tell Oleg, Anton was Antonio.

But he didn’t know how to say it... If he hadn’t made a promise to that big brother to become an adult, he would not meet Uncle Nikita. Moreover, he also would not be pulled into the arena.

Uncle Nikita wasn’t dead, was he?

"Did I do something wrong?"

Blankness flooded Anton’s thoughts. He walked aimlessly on the street--- Anton was unsure how much time had passed before he stopped in his tracks.

He came to a familiar park, and saw Oleg again.

Oleg was sitting on the swing stool and was staring straight ahead, maybe he was waiting for Antonio---anyway, there were many shared memories between them.

Anton took a deep breath, and walked to Oleg one a step at a time.

"Anton?" Oleg felt someone’s presence, so he looked up and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Anton took a deep breath again, "Mr. Oleg...There’s something I wanted to tell you."

Oleg was stunned and nodded, "Say it, anyhow I’m free now."

"I..." Antonio suddenly gritted his teeth and closed eyes, "The truth is I am Antonio! I met a miraculous big brother who turned me into an adult! If I didn’t grow up, I wouldn’t have met Uncle Nikita on the street or be involved in these matters! So dad, don’t be sad! And Uncle Nikita won’t die either, so... so..."

Anton knelt down on the ground and bowed his head, "That’s all my fault!"

...

"Why are you telling me this?"

Anton, who had lowered his head, heard the question, and he responded unassumingly, "That’s my responsibility. If I don’t tell the truth, I..."

He looked up abruptly, but he only saw Oleg sleeping. He suddenly noticed that there was another person sitting on another swing nearby.

That... was the big brother who made him turned into an adult!

"It’s... It’s you!" Anton was surprised, delighted and fearful. He didn’t know what to say now.

"Have some chocolate... Well, today I can only buy you chocolate bars. Would you like to have some chocolate bars?"