A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 43

When the BMW door opened, Mr. Orlando gazed back at Rome, entering the car.

Then he waited for him to shut the door before saying, “Good morning, young master.”

“Morning,” Rome absentmindedly mumbled with his head crowned with thoughts.

“Where to?”

“To the casino.”

Nodding slightly, Mr. Orlando focused on the road, start the car engine, and drove off.

After an hour's drive, he brought the car to a stop in front of the skyscraper, and Rome got out followed

by K.

Then both men marched into the building, heading for the main hall.

Once they entered the room, the music stopped, the gambling ceased, and everyone’s gazes center on

Rome.

Suddenly, they all stood to their feet, bowed slightly, and shouted in unison, “Morning, boss!”

“Brook, Blaze, Scar, meet me upstairs,” Rome said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Then he walked away with K two steps behind him, and Brook, Blaze, Scar, following after him.

When they all arrived in the private room, Scar shut the door behind him. Then he stood humbly along

with Brook and Blaze, and they waited patiently for Rome to say something.

With his gaze fixed on theirs, Rome leaned back on the couch, crossed his leg over the other, and

coldly uttered, “There was a filial play yesterday.”

“Yes, boss. The Darklight Gang didn't carry through with Chloe's order since the warehouse was

already on fire when they got there.” Blaze said, eyeing Brook.

“Sorry, boss, for the late update. We got the information this morning.” Scar mumbled, gazing at his

shoes.

With a calm expression, Rome smirked and said, “Well, this still falls right in line with my plans. What I

need to know now is, ‘why did a member of the Darklight gang lie.”

“We plan to visit their headquarters and get the answers.” Brook hastily intoned.

Standing to his feet, Rome stared at their faces one after the other and said, “Let's go.”

A few minutes later, two black SUVs arrived in the yard of an abandoned warehouse, and the five men

standing guard at the door tightened their grip around the iron pumps in their hands.

“Let me handle this. Darklight is involved with my wife's cousin, and if you guys intervene, it will raise

suspicion since you all work for my father.” Rome said on the phone.

“But, boss,” Brook mumbled, sounding nervous as he stared at Scar and Blaze.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know… but…”

With his gaze focus on the phone screen, Blaze hesitated for a moment before saying, “Big boss isn't

going to be happy if you get wounded.”

“Then I won't,” Rome said as he noticed K eyeing from the V-mirror.

“Okay, boss. We trust that you are capable of handling this.”

“Good. Stay in the car and don't get out no matter what.”

After ending the call, Scar stared at the tinted glass. Then he gazed at Brook and said, “Should we

watch him from the cam monitor.”

“Of course. Turn it on.” Blaze hastily said.

Frowning, Rome stepped down from the car, wearing a black coat with a dark shade on his face, a

black cap, and a mask.

“I don't care who you are, but take another step closer, and you will get hurt.” One of the men said with

a creepy smile on his lips.

With not a care to spare, Rome matched for the warehouse door, and in a fit of rage, a guy rushed to

him, raising the iron pump.

But when he swung it, Rome grabbed his wrist, slightly smirked, and viciously stepped him into his

stomach, sending him back five steps before he hit the ground. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“I'm here to see your boss and not to fight you guys. But if you force my hands, I will hurt you. Is that

clear?” Rome calmly said, yet his tone bore aggression.

As they watched the men hit the irons in their palms while surrounding their boss, Brook was about to

push the car door open.

But he froze when he watched Rome’s foot slammed against a guy’s cheek as he tried to strike him

with a pump.

“I simply want to talk,” Rome said, sniffing as he rubbed his nose.

“Nonsense, you enter our territory and attack us! Are you counting death!” One of the men screamed

with mad eyes.

“Technically, you guys attack me.”

“Haha! He got jokes! Let's see if you will find this funny after I, scorpion, make you lose a tooth or all of

them.”

Letting out a sigh, Rome slightly drew his left foot behind, balanced himself, and said, “Let's dance.”

While gazing at the monitor, Brook’s jaw hung loose, Scar’s eyes widened, and Blaze stared blankly at

the screen as they watched Rome beat up all five men without getting hit once.

Spitting his teeth on the ground, Scorpion stared at all four of them, laying in the bloody dirty before

gazing at Rome with fear in his eyes.

“Who are you?” Scorpion cried out.

“I'm just a man who wants to have a word with your boss. So, are you going to take me to him, or do

we need to do this entire dance over?” Rome causally intoned.

The warehouse door flew open, and Scorpion rushed inside with Rome walking behind him.

Trembling in fear, he led Rome to a room in the back and pushed the door opened. Then he entered

and Rome stepped in after him.

“Boss, this guy wants to speak with you,” Scorpion mumbled, avoiding the cold eyes of the man seated

behind the desk.

“What happened to your face, and why are you missing four teeth?” His boss asked with his gaze

focused on Rome.

“There was a fight.”

“He did this to you?”

“Yes.”

In a rush, the leader of the Darklight gang pulled out a gun from his side, pointed it at Rome, and said,

“You woke up and chose to die today!”

With calmness in his eyes, Rome walked over to the desk, took a seat in the spare chair, and said, “Put

aside the weapon. I'm here to buy information.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, the leader of the Darklight gang rested the gun on the desk and

asked, “How much are you willing to pay? Information doesn't come cheap.”

“Name your price?”

“A million bucks.”

“Deal.”

The room fell silent as Scorpion and his boss doubtfully gazed at Rome.

Then his boss cleared his throat and asked, “What kind of information do you need?”

“Who paid you to double-cross Chloe Barlow?” Rome asked, gazing directly into his eyes.