A Bumpy Road to Power

Although those subordinates were seriously injured,

they managed to stand up.

Under Elihu Houseman's stern orders, they ignored their wounds and stumbled to their feet.

They had witnessed Boyd Linden's capabilities.

Trembling with fear, none dared to step forward to restrain him.

Seeing his subordinates so cowardly,

Elihu Houseman had no choice but to take action himself.

He released Dirk Carter, shoving him toward his subordinates.

Then,

he gripped his dagger tightly and held it in front of Boyd Linden, advancing while saying, "Don't resist, if you resist, my subordinates will kill Dirk Carter. At that time, there will be no gain from a pyrrhic victory..."

Just like that,

Boyd Linden was also subdued by Elihu Houseman.

The sharp dagger was pressed against Boyd Linden's throat. With the slightest movement, Elihu Houseman could end Boyd Linden's life on the spot.

This scene,

filled Dirk Carter with despair.

There was initially a glimmer of hope,

but now, escaping seemed out of reach.

"Trying to fight me? You guys are still too green, hahaha... You're one of Dirk Carter's men, right? Want to save him, huh? Fine, very well, I'll let you watch Dirk Carter suffer. Go, pick up that dagger on the floor, and sever his tendons for me..."

A subordinate was just about to bend down to pick up Boyd Linden's dagger when,

Elihu Houseman suddenly shouted, "Idiot, use a cloth! That bastard's fingerprints are on it."

With those words,

everyone realized what was happening.

Elihu Houseman not only planned to sever Dirk Carter's tendons,

but he also intended to frame Boyd Linden for the crime.

A truly insidious and cunning individual.

One could see the subordinate wrap the dagger's handle with a tissue.

The others pinned Dirk Carter to the ground.

His ankle was exposed.

The subordinate stepped to Dirk Carter's feet, wiped the dagger clean with his pants...

At this moment,

Elihu Houseman's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Holding Boyd Linden, he whispered in his ear, "Watching this scene, do you feel helpless, hahaha... Dirk Carter must be important to you, right? Watching his tendons being severed, does it feel desperate? Hahaha..."

"You'll die a miserable death, just like everyone in the Houseman Family!"

Boyd Linden gritted his teeth and said.

"Hahaha..."

Elihu Houseman laughed heartily.

And said, "You bunch of bottom-dwelling ants, always all talk and no action, unlike our Houseman Family who gets what we want. Even if you have countless schemes, do they mean anything against absolute power? Huh? Do they?"

Having said that with a malicious expression,

Elihu Houseman shouted to his subordinate, "Do it, do it now!"

The subordinate took a deep breath,

and aimed the tip of the dagger at Dirk Carter's tendon.

At that moment, even Dirk Carter's heart cried out in agony.

No one would come to their rescue.

They were left to the mercy of fate.

At this very moment, Boyd Linden suddenly shouted to Dirk Carter, "Take care of Miss Hughes for me, I'm counting on you!"

Dirk Carter's heart skipped a beat,

realizing something was seriously wrong.

Lying on the ground, he struggled to lift his head toward Boyd Linden's direction.

Before Elihu Houseman could understand the meaning behind those words, Boyd Linden suddenly spun around. Though his neck was slashed, he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around Elihu Houseman, sneering, "Join me in death, Mr. Houseman!"

In a flash,

Elihu Houseman's whole body was on edge.

But it was too late.

Boyd Linden shouted loudly.

With forceful legs,

he charged toward the window, clutching Elihu Houseman's body.

"No..."

Elihu Houseman shouted desperately, but only managed to get out two words before they crashed through the window. The two, locked together, tumbled out from the sixth-floor window, followed by a dull thud as their bodies hit the ground...

The other subordinates in the room were petrified for a moment.

In a fraction of a second, they glanced at each other in panic, unsure of their next move.

One subordinate rushed to the window.

Peered down below,

and exclaimed, "We're screwed."

Then they hurriedly fled the room.

The rest fell into chaos; the demise of the Houseman Family's young master spelled trouble for them too. They scattered, leaving Dirk Carter unattended, racing downstairs to check on their "master."

Struggling, Dirk Carter stood up from the ground.

Suppressing the dual torment of heart and body, he rushed to the window to look below. After the fall, the two had separated, spread out on either side, crimson pools beneath them, appearing lifeless.

In the distance,

paramilitary police whistled.

People swarmed from all sides.

Dirk Carter knew he couldn't stay here any longer.

He swiftly dashed out of the room.

He dared not use the elevator, suspecting guards below.

He couldn't fall into the hands of the guards; otherwise, he'd be trapped for a long time, potentially getting blamed for this incident.

Upon reaching the first floor,

safe retreat was no longer an option.

The entire building was completely surrounded by paramilitary police.

The few people Elihu Houseman brought were also detained.

Just when it seemed all was lost,

someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Whirling around, he was surprised to see a familiar face.

No one else but Deborah Hughes was standing there.

"Come with me!"

Deborah Hughes said expressionlessly.

Then she turned and headed toward the back.

Two paramilitary officers were blocking the rear exit.

Deborah Hughes took Dirk Carter by the arm, whispering, "Act natural, I'll handle this!"

Dirk Carter nodded. Deeply inhaling, he stood tall.

Emerging from the corner, the two paramilitary officers spotted them.

They raised their hands, blocking their path.

At that moment, Deborah Hughes produced a booklet resembling an ID and slipped it into one officer's hand.

The officer took a look and immediately saluted, respectfully saying, "Hello, Miss Hughes."

Deborah Hughes nodded,

and said, "Someone jumped from over there, I'm just taking a look. Surely, you won't even question me, right?"

"Of course not, Miss Hughes, but this one..."

The officer pointed at Dirk Carter, inquiring.

Deborah Hughes smiled and said, "My boyfriend, bringing him to visit grandpa."

"Oh, oh, oh, please go ahead, Miss Hughes!"

Of course, the officers wouldn't trouble Deborah Hughes.

They hurriedly opened the rear door.

Thus, Deborah Hughes successfully led Dirk Carter to freedom.

After distancing about ten meters from Building 6, they entered a small garden.

Once ensuring no one was around, Deborah Hughes quickly released him, concernedly asking, "Are...are you okay?"

At that moment, Dirk Carter, pained even in breath,

combined with Boyd Linden's death, couldn't bear it all at once, physically and mentally exhausted. At last, he couldn't take it anymore, his vision went black, and he collapsed limply to the ground...

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