Chapter 187: Catching Soft-shelled Turtles in a Jar

"Albert King!"

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes stared at Albert King, his gaze condensing, his voice slightly cold, "I'll give you one chance... Leave with the 200,000 bank checks in your hand, as for the lives of your four brothers, they must stay here! Otherwise, you all must die!"

The sudden change in Wyatt Barnes startled Albert King and his four men, changing their expressions.

"You...you're going back on your word!"

Albert King's face changed, glared at Wyatt Barnes, not expecting Wyatt Barnes to break his promise.

"Looking for death!"

Frank Graham's voice was icy, his foot flashing out like lightning, kicking Albert King out, crashing into the wall, collapsing loudly.

Albert King spat out a few mouthfuls of clotted blood, his eyes, however, still mixed with a reluctant look, falling on the body of Wyatt Barnes, filled with anger.

"Boss."

The other four members of the Northern Five Tigers, mourned bitterly.

"Albert King, this is your last chance, hope you cherish it."