The Tyrant Billionaire

  Richard nodded and looked at the two girls. The girls turned around on their wooden horses and waved to Richard together.

  "Uncle Richard~~"

  Richard liked the sound of them calling him very much.

  Smiling and waving to the girls.

  When Richard spoke to Lancer earlier, it was out of respect, but he had already made up his mind. If Lancer continued to hesitate, he wouldn\'t mind taking matters into his own hands.

  There was something Hardy once said that stuck with him.

  "We\'re brothers. Brothers sometimes act foolishly, get lost, run into trouble. That\'s all fine. We should step up and help them out."

  Hardy was dealing with something at the moment.

  He had three companies now: Hardy Security, Hardy Film Company, and Hardy Talent Agency. Lancer\'s visit yesterday had given Hardy a candidate in mind for the head of the security company.

  As for the film company, it was essentially an empty shell at the moment. No rush to fill that position. But the talent agency had signed Ava Gardner, along with four others, and was preparing to sign Eastwood. They needed someone capable to manage it all.

  Who to pick? Hardy thought of that real estate salesman, Edward.

  Through two encounters, Hardy found Edward to be very intelligent and hardworking. Someone like him wouldn\'t fall short in the future.

  Hardy called Edward, stating his intentions. Edward agreed without hesitation.

  "Mr. Hardy, I\'m willing to work for you."

  "Do you understand the talent agency business?" Hardy asked.

  "To be honest, Mr. Hardy, I haven\'t dealt with talent agency work before. But don\'t worry, I can learn. I\'m a quick learner and will master the business in no time," Edward assured.

  "Good. It\'s you then. Come over now, and I\'ll brief you on the agency\'s operations."

  Within twenty minutes, Edward was in front of Hardy, slightly out of breath from rushing over.

  A few artist contracts were the priority.

  Hardy shared his thoughts with Edward, "We\'re not rushing into other operations for now. Ava and Eastwood are key. You\'ll need some time to learn."

  "Understood, Mr. Hardy."

  Edward pondered, "Mr. Hardy, what are your expectations for the future of the agency?"

  "That depends on your abilities."

  Edward nodded, "I\'ll work hard, boss."

  Just then, a phone on Hardy\'s desk rang.

  Picking it up, he was surprised to hear Lancer on the other end.

  After Edward left, Lancer explained everything, and Hardy understood.

  "Major, after playing with the kids, don\'t send them back. Keep them at the hotel for a few days, buy them clothes and daily necessities. It\'ll make it easier for them to settle into school. Tomorrow, contact the private boarding school to get the kids enrolled as soon as possible," Hardy instructed.

  "But Mary has legal custody. I\'m worried she won\'t agree. Without her signature, getting the kids into school will be difficult," Lancer said.

  Hardy thought Lancer was an honest man who hadn\'t yet adjusted to his new role.

  "Relax. We\'ll get the authorization. The kids will enroll smoothly. Legal custody might take a bit longer, but it won\'t be too troublesome," Hardy said casually.

  Hanging up, Hardy tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about how to handle this matter.

  He never advocated for killing.

  That was a process reserved for after all problems were resolved.

  South of the city center. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

  Big Ivan\'s activities seemed to be around there.

  Hardy called Big Ivan. The call connected quickly, and a rough voice answered, "I\'m Big Ivan. Who\'s calling?"

  "It\'s me."

  "Oh, boss, what can I do for you?"

  "Help me investigate someone named Carol. He lives in the downtown area," Hardy said.

  "Got it, boss. I\'ll head over there right away to investigate."

  The call ended, and within half an hour, the phone in Hardy\'s office rang again. "Boss, it\'s Ivan. I\'ve gathered information on that guy Carol."

  "Go ahead."

  "Carol is a low life street thug of Polish descent, 30 years old. He\'s been in jail twice before for theft, but nothing else substantial."

  "Boss, did this guy offend you? Should I take him out now or bring him over to you?" Ivan asked.

  Hardy pondered and asked, "Is that area under the Polish gang\'s control? Is he part of their crew?"

  "He\'s not really part of the Polish gang, more like a small time outsider."

  "What\'s the situation with the Polish gang?"

  "The Polish gang\'s leader is Novakowski, with about a dozen key members and dozens of miscellaneous thugs. Why do you ask about this, boss?" Ivan was curious.

  Hardy thought for a moment.

  The downtown area bordered Hollywood and, being less desirable, was overlooked by the major gangs, leading to the emergence of smaller factions like Ivan\'s Russian gang and the Polish gang.

  His goal was to take down the Spanish gang, seize Hollywood, and extend his influence to the downtown area.

  "Ivan, I have a task for you."

  Ivan immediately perked up. "What task, boss?"

  Hardy explained his plan, and Ivan on the other end kept nodding. "Got it, boss. I know what to do."

  It took over a week to recruit eleven people, all ex soldiers, which was quite rare. Leo, Chris, Neil, and others were still recruiting outside, so the manpower would increase.

  "Training all day at the security company is boring, Henry. Take them out and deal with the Polish gang," Hardy said.

  Matthew rubbed his hands excitedly. "Been holed up at the toy factory for so long. Finally some action."

  The downtown area didn\'t offer much profit, and other gangs weren\'t interested. Hardy wanted to target the Polish gang for future stability and training purposes.

  In other words, idle hands make the devil\'s work.

  Since this matter involved the Polish gang, they were out of luck.

  The Polish gang was actually innocent. After hearing their names, Hardy suddenly felt like dealing with them.

  After hanging up, Ivan called over a few of his brothers. "Boss Hardy has a mission for us to complete."

  Upon hearing Hardy\'s name, the men couldn\'t help but shiver involuntarily, they really couldn\'t help it, these guys had been locked in Hardy\'s cellar for a week without food, leaving deep psychological scars. Just hearing his name made them fearful.

  "What does Boss Hardy want us to do?" one of them cautiously asked.

  "Go deal with a Polish thug named Carol."

  The men immediately became fired up.

  "Damn, which Polish pig dared to mess with Boss Hardy? We\'ll kill him, gotta kill him."

  "Yeah, I will stuff his head up his ass."

  These guys were ready to take out all their fears of Hardy on this guy named Carol.

  As Carol left the bar, heading to the underground casino for a game, several burly men approached. Carol, with sharp eyes, recognized the Russian gang leader Big Ivan and his brothers approaching and quickly ducked to the side.

  Thinking he had dodged trouble, Carol breathed a sigh of relief.

  But just then, one of Ivan\'s men grabbed Carol by the collar, menacingly saying, "What are you looking at, punk?"

  Carol was terrified.

  "I-I wasn\'t looking at anything."

  "I said you were looking. Now feel this!" With that, he punched Carol hard in the gut.

  "Boom!"

  A piercing pain shot through Carol\'s body, and he collapsed on the ground, curled up in pain.

  The others wasted no time, delivering blows all over Carol\'s body, avoiding vital spots but hitting wherever it hurt.

  Ivan stood by, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.

  When it came to dealing with scum like this, Ivan had a hundred ways. He was a professional in this kind of work.