Chapter 2 Make Them Kneel

• In the VIP suite on the eighteenth floor of Aurora International Hotel in Hofcaster, Zachariah Leibold, the most powerful figure in Hofcaster, was currently wearing a gloomy expression, having just received news of Joaquin's death.
• Joaquin was just an ordinary citizen, and his death didn't warrant any concern from him.
• However, he had a younger brother with a unique status.
• This was what truly gave him a headache.
• Given that Finneas' identity was top-secret, Zachariah could only make random guesses about who he was.
• But no matter how he speculated, the conclusion he arrived at was always the same: Finneas was definitely not someone he could afford to offend.
• In regards to Joaquin's situation, Zachariah had actually intervened. However, he was powerless against the young and arrogant heir who simply wouldn't heed his advice.
• Now that Joaquin had jumped off the building, he knew there was no way Finneas would let this matter rest.
• The mere thought of Finneas' reaction when he learned about this made Zachariah feel a chill down his spine.
• “Hofcaster is about to experience a change. But it's not all bad. It's about time we stirred things up a bit,” Zachariah mumbled as he gazed out at the street view through the window, his eyes reflecting an increasingly complex mix of emotions.
• At Hofcaster Funeral Home, Finneas gazed at the two crystal caskets before him, his face etched with sorrow.
• “Joaquin, I'm sorry I'm late. Yolanda, though we've never met before, I never imagined you would be so steadfastly loyal. Please accept my deepest respect,” Finneas said, subsequently offering a deep bow toward the caskets of Joaquin and Yolanda. “Joaquin, Yolanda, Suzannah is missing. But I assure you, as long as I am still breathing, I won't let anything happen to her. I'll make anyone who dares to harm Suzannah regret ever being born.”
• Frederick stood behind Finneas silently. His eyes had long since become moist.
• He had never seen Finneas this distraught before.
• He was certain that given Finneas' character, the initiator of this whole affair would ultimately beg for him to end his life.
• From the recent dialogue with the elderly neighbor, Finneas had discovered that Joaquin had been in a dispute with a wealthy young man.
• However, the elderly man didn't know the specific reason and who that person was.
• Regarding why Yolanda chose to take her own life or the whereabouts of Suzannah, it was all shrouded in mystery.
• Finneas remained sleepless throughout the night. He was committed to paying tribute to his brother by keeping a night-long vigil.
• Meanwhile, Frederick had left quite some time ago, entrusted with the mission of uncovering any details about Suzannah regardless of the cost.
• Finneas couldn't protect his sister-in-law, but he absolutely refused to let anything happen to Suzannah.
• For Finneas, this brief night was an unimaginable torment.
• It felt much longer than the past decade.
• Luckily, the very next morning, Frederick called.
• “Lord Lockwood, we've located Suzannah. She's at Rose Haven!”
• “Rose Haven? What is that place?” Finneas furrowed his brow upon hearing the name, a sense of unease washing over him.
• “It's... a nightclub...” Frederick said, his heart trembling.
• He really wasn't sure if Finneas would lose control.
• “Wait for me there. I'll be there in ten minutes.”
• With that, Finneas promptly ended the call.
• Although Finneas' tone didn't reveal any hint of anger, Frederick knew that he was undoubtedly harboring lethal intentions.
• Even through the phone, he could feel the chilling aura.
• With a frosty expression, Finneas stepped out of the funeral home, a tidal wave of murderous intent surging within his chest.
• The mere thought of his niece, who had just turned six, possibly being sold to such a place filled Finneas with a murderous rage.
• Although he was an unfeeling war machine on the battlefield, at the end of the day, he was still human. Being human meant having emotions, and his family was his Achilles' heel. Anyone who dared to harm them would face deadly consequences.
• Rose Haven was a large-scale nightclub in Hofcaster.
• The clientele frequenting this place was exclusively made up of the wealthy.
• Rumor had it that the backstage of Rose Haven was an impregnable fortress. The average person didn't even possess the qualifications to step foot inside.
• Rose Haven seemed rather desolate in the early morning. When Finneas led Frederick inside, only a few attendants were cleaning while yawning.
• “Apologies, gentlemen, we only operate after ten at night. Moreover, we only open exclusively to members. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.”
• Quickly, a waiter noticed Finneas and Frederick. He hurried over and without wasting any time, he asked them to leave.
• “We're here to take Suzannah away.”
• Frederick took a step forward, showing the waiter a photo of Suzannah on his phone.
• Upon recognizing Suzannah from the photo, the waiter blanched and said, “There's no one by that name in our establishment. If there's nothing else you need, please leave!”
• He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly felt weak in the knees, and before he knew it, he was already sprawled on the ground.
• Before he could even get up, Finneas had already taken a seat in the chair opposite him, looking down at him from an elevated position.
• “Every debt has its debtor. You're just an employee. I don't want to make things difficult for you. I'll give you one minute to tell me where my niece is.”
• Looking at the impassive man before him, the waiter found his breathing becoming somewhat erratic.
• Even though the man made no movements, nor did he use any threatening language, he still had this feeling that he wasn't facing a human, but rather a peerless God of Death.
• If he dared to defy this man, he would certainly be torn to shreds. “She's at—”
• “Shut up! Are you sick of living? Have you forgotten what Mr. Lagos instructed?”
• Before the waiter could utter a word, a series of footsteps echoed from the corridor.
• Under the lead of a bald man, seven or eight burly men with visible tattoos surrounded them in an aggressive manner.
• The bald man, leaning to one side, looked at Finneas with a sneer. “Kid, you don't seem like you're from the streets. If you don't want to invite trouble, stay out of this. This isn't something you can handle, got it?”
• “So, you're saying you know where Suzannah is?”
• Finneas remained unmoved, not even sparing a glance at the bald man. His expression was as impassive as ever.
• “I know, but what can you do if I don't tell you where she is?” A menacing glint flashed in the bald man's eyes as he responded with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
• “Frederick, break a leg of each of these men. Make them kneel when they speak to me.”
• “Understood!”
• Frederick nodded and then approach the bald man.
• “Hahaha, are you messing with me first thing in the morning? You even want to break my leg? You—”
• The bald man, his face full of disdain, began to speak, but his words abruptly came to an end before he could finish.
• Crack!
• Accompanied by the crisp sound of a bone cracking, the bald man's face drastically changed.
• In the next moment, he let out a mournful cry as he collapsed onto the ground.
• “My leg, my leg... My leg is broken. Take them down for me!”