In the suburbs, within the Nelson family's villa, Roy Nelson was somewhat restless.
He felt a bit agitated. Tonight, his son went to attend a banquet and ended up being severely beaten and, moreover, detained by the police.
This undoubtedly made him furious.
He had only this one son, whom he loved dearly and could hardly bear to hit himself. Yet today, someone had beaten him so badly.
Even knowing that the individual had connections with the Walker Family couldn't stop his desire for revenge.
As long as he did it neatly, what could the Walker Family do to him?
Now, he was waiting for news.
He raised his hand to check his watch. The assassin he had contacted had set off almost an hour and a half ago, but no news had come back yet.
"Wait a while longer, maybe there's no chance to strike," he mumbled, glancing at the phone beside him.
At that moment, outside the villa, a black car drove up and stopped at the gate.
"Who is it?"
