Anton Brotherhood

Chapter 42 Rebellion

Anton Williams squatted down and gave several pushes on the man’s head and said, “I’ve got some

questions for you. And, you’d be giving me a clear and pretty answer, or I would be greatly angry, which

means everything possible might be taking place. Did you get it? “

The man swallowed hard, with his eyes wide open, staying speechless. Anton continued, “Question

No.1, did you put the white powder in the Prince Nightclub?” The man nodded. “Good!” Smiled Anton,

“No.2, are you from Youth Gang?” The man nodded again.

“No.3, who sent you?” Talking of this, Anton fully riveted his eyes on the man.

The man gasped, as he was overwhelmed by the pressure from Anton. He was so afraid that he dared

not make eye contact with Anton. He murmured softly, “It was Stephan White who sent me.”

Swinging about his finger, Anton whispered to the man in a cold and low tone, “You are quite an

Ananias, which makes me sad. First, I hate liars. Second, I hate especially those lying to me! And you,

the poor devil, you got both! And now you shall have no excuse, “With that, Anton talked to his men,

“Give me a finger from him!”

Hearing this, two of Anton’s men rush forward and pinned the man down, parting his fingers. The man

knew what was going to happen on him so that he struggled desperately. But there was no one feeling

any pity for him. One of the two men pulls a dagger from his waist, chopping heavily at the man’s little

finger.

“Ouch!Ouch!” Yowling loudly, the man rolled over and over on the floor, leaving a trail of blood. Anton

stepped forward, holding his foot on the man’s chest to pin him, and said, “Bingo! Just forgot to tell you,

don’t fucking imagine that I am joking, as I’ve joked to one who is not my friend!” With that, Anton lifted

his foot and then continued, “Now, do you want to say anything real?”

The man looked at Anton Williams in a trance and said, “I…I di…didn't lie. I…I was sent by…by

Stephan White.”

Wagging his head, Anton said, “Well, it seems one finger is not enough to be a fucking lesson! Then

let’s have another one!” Immediately, several of Anton’s men came forward and chopped the second

finger of the man. This time, that man could not take it anymore and fainted as it hurt too much.

Darting a glimpse down at him, Anton said, “Wake him up!” “Yes sir!” One of his men grasp a beer and

poured it over the man’s head.

“Oh…ah…” Moaning, the man opened his eyes slowly in a daze and then looked at Anton in a panic,

with his face covered with sweat. Anton smiled grimly, “Now, how about that? Have you made up your

mind, to be honest? One lie, one finger, and then one toe and then one piece of your fresh. Trush me.

You will not die easily before I get what I want. You know what, I am a great promise-keeper.”

Anton’s words put all his fellows in the room in a cold sweat, as they were quite sure that Anton would

definitely keep whatever he had said. Closing his eyes, the man seemed to be thrown in silence. Two

minutes later, he opened his mouth slowly, “Will you leave me off if I tell you the truth?”

Glancing at him, Anton put it bare and simple, “Definitely no! You are such a brainy guy and you must

be clear about what that will bring. So you must die. What you can choose is only either to die with

comfort or to die in pain!!”

Bruce White stared at Anton in confusion, figuring to himself that Boss Williams should not put it in

such a direct way as it might make the man refuse to talk anymore. However, that man said, “Hah!

Anton, you do have a well-deserved reputation. Now I tell you the truth. It is Vicci Smith, the head of

Youth Gang, who sent me.” As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, laying on the floor to

accept what was going to happen.

‘Holy shit,’ Anton thought to himself, ‘if Vicci Smith dares to deliver such a big move, then will it mean

that he is going to rebel? If so, Stephan White will be in danger!’ Anton said to that man loudly, “Do you

mean that Vicci Smith is planning to rebel?”

The man laughed, “Plan? This plan is already in place! Ha, now Stephan White may be dead, and Vicci

Smith has become the head of the Youth Gang!”

Fed up with the man’s look and his laughter, Anton waved his hand to his men, feeling dizzy. His men

got it and dragged the man out.

Then Anton Williams made a phone call to Stephan White. “The subscriber you dialed is power off, or

can not be connected, please…” Anton hanged up and made a second call to Jason Brown, “Jason,

I’m Anton. Go and check what is happening in Youth Gang, particularly things about Stephan White.

The gang is very likely in a civil war. “

“Jason Brown also just received the phone call from the Ghost Regime. Without hesitation, he nodded,

“OK, Boss Williams, I'll send someone right away!”

“Remember, be quick. I want to know the exact information by eight o'clock!” Said Anton. “Boss, I got it,

I'll do it myself!”

Anton nodded and stayed with others in the North nightclub waiting for further information. Within

minutes, men from the Dragon Regime became restless and they were worried about Carl Ford. Bruce

White went near to Anton, whispered, “Boss Williams, shall we get Carl Ford out first?”Anton was trying

to get a solution but had not found a good one yet. The head of the city police station turned a red eye

once he saw men from gangs. It was too difficult to persuade him to let our men off. And he was also a

tough guy to deal with. Anton coughed and stood up and asked, “Which police station was brother Carl

kept in?”

Bruce White said immediately, “It should be in the district police station, as I saw all the cops coming

were all from there. “

Anton checked his watch and it was only six o’clock. He said, “Good, then let’s pay a visit to Brother

Carl and see if there’s any way to get him out.” Saying this, Anton began moving toward the front door,

with the rest of the men following. Reaching the front door, he stopped and turned around, and said,

“All of you stay here. We are not going to have a fight and too many of us will be reminiscent of danger

to the police. We can’t leave a handle against ourselves!”

Saying that Anton stepped out of the nightclub alone and went to the police station. When he arrived,

most of the officers were off work and a mere several policemen remained on duty. Anton entered and

stood in the corridor, with a 20-year-old policewoman passing by. Anton asked politely, “Excuse me,

madam, could I take you a few minutes?”

The policewoman stopped, looking at Anton, finding that it was a 16 or 17-year-old teenager. She said,

“What’s the problem then?”

“Not long ago did you catch a man named Carl Johns here? I want to meet him!”

The policewoman guessed that Anton might be the brother of the man and then said, “That’s not gonna

happen. He has committed serious crimes, which means he is very likely to be put in prison, and no

one may pay any visit to him. So I suggest you come again in a few weeks.”

“Damn!” Anton thought to himself and then he asked, “I want to meet the head officer. Where is his

office?”

The policewoman shook her head and said, “On the second floor, go upstairs and turn left. It is useless

to do that.” She went away.

“Thanks!”

Anton replied and went up to the second floor. Turning left, he saw the head officer’s sign on the door

of his office. He knocked on the door, and here came a dark, low voice, “Come in!”

Anton walked in. The head office was a fat man in his middle age and was already a foxy old hand.

Seeing that it was Anton coming in, he stood up immediately and said, “Hah, it’s Boss Williams.

Welcome! Take your seat!” Though he was not close to Anton, they had met several times before.

Anton was too busy to do chit-chat, and he said directly, “You’re welcome Mr. Wilkinson. I think you

know what I'm here for.”

Mr. Wilkinson knew that Anton was the guy whom he could not step on the toes of and that Anton must

come for Carl Ford. He replied right away, “Boss Williams, it is true that we caught Carl Ford. But we

were just following orders. You must come to let me get him out, but that is not within my ability! Spare

me, Boss Williams, as I must follow my seniors.”

Knowing that he was telling the truth, Anton said, “I’m here not to have you let him off and I’m clear that

it goes beyond your power. I’m here see him. Can you help me with that?”

Mr. Wilkinson said with a sigh of relief, “Of course this is fine, no problem!” Anton nodded.

Mr. Wilkinson took Anton Williams to the detention room. Anton laughed as he stepped inside, seeing

that Carl Ford, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, was yelling and playing cards with three

policemen, leaving beer bottles and tins everywhere on the ground. Carl was somwhow a well-known

person in J City and was familiar with local policemen and they had meals together quite frequently.

Keeping Carl in prison was something that they could do nothing with. Three policemen, who were

good with Carl Ford, took some drinks and meals to visit him. They stood up as they saw the head

office and Anton walking in. Mr. Wilkinson knew what was going on and called the policemen out.

Carl Ford smiled at Anton, “Look, my boss. though I’m prisoned, I’m still wild! Hah-Hah! Even the

policemen are my brothers!”

Anton took his seat on a chair, and said, “it’s good to see you are fine here. You don’t have to worry.

Now the situation is not so good. Within a few days, I’ll find a way to get you out.” Carl knew what was

going on these days and how tough it was to deal with the new head officer of the city police station.

He said, “Boss, I’m OK. No one dares to bully me here. Don’t worry, don’t make things difficult because

of me.”

Anton gave a hint of praise and grasped the hands of Carl Ford, “Make yourself home here and be

comfortable! I’ll get you out within 10 days! Just take it as your vacation.” “Hah-hah!” Anton’s care

impressed Carl Ford, for which he laughed to cover his excitement.

The Pavel Grand Hotel was an A-class hotel in J City, with luxurious decoration. It was also the best

place for the rich to have meals or spend their night. Ramon Smith drove Dolores and Camille to the

hotel and led them to the private room on the second floor. After a while, a waiter brought the meals

and wine. Ramon poured wine for the two sisters with a smile on his face. Dolores White frowned and

said, “Brother Ramon, I and Camille do not drink wine, could we have some soft drinks?”

Ramon Smith snapped his forehead, “Oh… I’m such a fool! I just forgot that!” Then he stood up,

opened the door, and said to his men guarding the door, “Go and get me two bottles of juice and do

make sure they are both ‘fresh’!” With his back facing the two sisters, he gave his men a wink and his

men got it and went for the juice.

Ramon then sat down and chatted casually with the two sisters. Dolores stopped his boring gossiping

and said, “Ramon, did you say that you wanted to share with us something about Anton? Go ahead

then!” Ramon was immediately immersed in jealousy and figured to himself, ‘Bitch! What you care is

merely the fucking Anton. Within minutes I will make you feel like a kite in the sky and care only about

me! Wait for it!’