Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 1186

It was way fewer than he had expected.

In the yard, a guy was backing away in fear, but Colby's dagger flew through the air, embedding itself in the wall behind the man before he could even make a run for it. The guy broke out in a cold sweat.

Colby moved forward, effortlessly kicking the man to the ground.

"I'll count to three. Get Griffin out here."

Colby's tone was ice-cold as he pressed his foot onto the man's chest.

"One."

"Two."

"Why hassle him?"

A deep voice traveled across the yard, reaching Colby's ears.

Colby looked up, and sure enough, Griffin was standing there.

He knew Griffin liked his peace and quiet, always avoiding crowded places. Griffin had too many enemies from his past. By spreading the word that Griffin was in Devonport, Colby had essentially sent all those enemies straight to him.

Finding the suddenly crowded suburban areas by evening was more than enough to pinpoint Griffin’s hideout without Colby breaking a sweat.

Colby sat on the sofa, his voice low, "I've been good to you, taking care of all your enemies. Don’t you think you owe me one?"

"You spread the word and have the guts to ask me for a favor?"

Years had gone by, but Colby's thick skin had only gotten thicker.

Griffin spoke coldly, "If you're hoping Elodie will hand over that ten percent share, you're out of luck."

"Elodie will be in danger too."

Hearing "Elodie," Griffin, who had seemed indifferent, suddenly tensed up, "If you touch her, believe me, I'll kill you right now."

As Griffin was about to pull out his knife, Colby drew his gun from his waistband, aiming it straight at Griffin.

Colby’s demeanor was casual as he spoke, "We're not in the age of knives anymore. I know your knife is fast, but probably not faster than a bullet. Last time, my wife was kind enough to let you go, but I’m not so forgiving. I prefer action over words."

"Wife?" Griffin scoffed. "Do you even understand emotions? Do you dare tell Sophie about your condition? A person with a congenital defect, emotionally detached, talking about love? Don't make me laugh!"

Hearing this, Colby's brow furrowed slightly.

The next second, a bullet was fired.