All Chapters of Trash one: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

'I'm. Dead.' This was the words that run through of Hawk's mind. Jate's voice was apathetic as he called out. "Excuse me, please call the lift." Hawk stiffened in surprise before understanding the request. He ignored the pain of his broken ribs as he struggled to get up and reach out to pressed on the lift button. Several seconds later, the lift arrived and the doors opened slowly. Jate and Angela walked past Hawk, heading into the lift. With their backs facing Hawk, the fear on him vanished. Turning your back on your enemy was the most foolish thing to do as it would be the best opportunity for him to kill the man. "Should I do it? Ah, fuck it!" He knew how cruel and sadistic Randy Brown could be. If he went back to report his failed mission. He would be in a world of pain. So, he might as well to take the risk. Pulling a dagger out from behind his back, he lunged towards, Jate aiming for his heart. Without even looking back, the umbrella in Jate's hand jerked backward. "Whoooos

Jate yanked out the chopstick and Snake's dagger fell to the floor with a clatter. Grasping at his bleeding throat, Snake muttered. "Y-you're so strong! T-tell me, how much of your true power did you use to kill me?". Jate's reply was coldly. "One percent!" Snake coupled to the ground with an expression of shocked forever frozen on his face. Randy Brown stared at Jate with astonishment. Snake was one of his family's top killers, yet he was killed within a seconds. Jate said as he turned his piercing gaze on Randy Brown. "I thought I have made it perfectly clear that the Brown family was not to step foot in this city ever again. Get you showed up here so you can say I didn't warn you!" Realizing the implication behind his words, Randy Brown cried out. "You dare to kill me!?" Then, Jate ordered. "Kill this piece of trash!" Putting on a brave front in as terror and impotent fury rage in him, Randy Brown shouted. "I'm Randy Brown, the future heir to the Brown family! Who dares to to

At the moment, Lucas Brown had left his home with more than fifty of his best elite fighters, heading straight for Eastblue city in a convoy of black cars. There was only one thing on their minds revenge. News travels fast, especially when it concerned an influential family like the Brown family. Soon, the news that Lucas Brown was on a mission to exterminate the killers of his son reached Jate's ears. Lucas Brown's convoy had only just entered the outskirts of Eastblue city when Jate stop them with his own men tow. Men poured from the convoy of the cars like ants from a disturbed anthill. In less than a minute, a fifty best elite fighters of the Brown family were gathered on the wide empty road. The imposing figure of Lucas Brown appeared in front of the group of men with two other men standing slightly behind him. Lucas Brown stared at the small team of men that stoods across from him with his eagle sharp eyes. The group consisted of Jate Woods, Ricardo Maslow, Rogers Reaggan, and

On a luxury yacht in the middle of the east lake in Eastblue city. Tom Clarkson was having some drinks with John Winston and a few of Eastblue city's prominent figures. At that moment, a man with a shaved head strode towards them. He was tomt Clarkson's right hand man, Tony. As he came close to Tom Clarkson, he bent his head and whispered in his ears. Tom Clarkson furrowed eyebrows as he shouted. "What!?". His shout had gained the other men's attention and they turned to look at him curiously. John Winston asked. "Young Master Clarkson, has something gone wrong?" Seeing no need to hide the truth from them, he told everyone the news he had received. His voice was gloom as he replied. "Lucas Brown had brought his men to Eastblue city to get revenge on Jate Woods for his sons. Unfortunately, he ran into a trouble. He ran into a group of special action unit of the city's emergency department, who were running some exercises from the invaders. With the number of men he had brought with

The next day, Mr. Rogers himself came to pick Jate up. He went along with him to meet David Leon 'the Black-hand' and to discuss the amount of compensation. But before Mr. Rogers, and Jate reached the auction house, they received a call from Ricardo Maslow. Ricardo reported. "Young Master, the experts left out some details last night. Even though the antique shard itself is authentic, they also detected signs of polishing." "What does that mean?" Jate frowned. "It means that the antique statue was already broken before excavation, and not he smashed recently." Ricardo explained the whole details. "So what you're saying is, someone found a piece of broken antique, polished its edges, then mix it in with the other fake shards to con my father in law?" "Yes, Young Master. It appears that Mr. Winston is the target of a scam." As Ricardo confirmed. Jate narrowed his eyes. "Alright. I understand." Jate hang up the call and uttered coldly. "Bloody lowlives! How dare they try to con my f