Dylan sighed, "There aren't many people like this nowadays."
After dinner, Dylan felt a pang of sympathy and secretly took out two sets of down jackets, sleeping bags, stab-proof vests, military knives, flashlights, and put them in two bags, giving one to Clarence and one to Alberta.
The siblings were puzzled. "
It's midsummer, why are you giving us down jackets?
Do you think we're not warm enough?"
Alberta and her brother thought Dylan was going a bit overboard, but they couldn't say anything directly.
They could only reluctantly accept them with a forced smile.
Dylan knew they must think he was losing it, but he still instructed, "Keep these things with you. After midnight, tomorrow, do as you please."
That was all Dylan could do;
the rest was up to fate.
Watching the siblings leave, Dylan muttered, "I hope to see you again and become friends!"
After seeing them off, Dylan thought for a moment and then returned to the Cape Restaurant.
"Dorothy, how many private rooms upstairs?"
"10. Why?"
"Tomorrow, I'll book all the private rooms on the second floor.
Prepare 10 tables of your best dishes.
Dinner starts at 9 p.m.!"
"So late?"
"Yeah! My friends are busy!"
After paying in advance, Dylan left with peace of mind.
...
At night, Dylan sent a message to Bonnie, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, asking her to take a day off from flying tomorrow.
But Bonnie didn't respond.
Dylan tried calling, but her phone was off.
Forget it, he had already notified her, now it's up to her fate!
By doing this, he couldn't be considered heartless!
...
Early the next morning, staff delivered the "Conqueror" heavy-duty off-road camper to the villa.
After Dylan and the others left, he directly stored the vehicle in the space.
Then, he went to the warehouse to pick up cigarettes, drugs, and the wandering warehouse.However, he noticed that the doors of the 10 warehouses and cold rooms showed signs of being tampered with.
Is someone targeting me?
Luckily, he was cautious enough to store the supplies in the space a long time ago
otherwise, there could have been trouble.
Humph! Trying to scheme against me!
Your time to die has come today.
After storing all the cigarettes, drugs, and the wandering warehouse in the space, Dylan returned to the villa.
By evening, Dylan lit the furnace, fearing he wouldn't have time later in the night.
The diesel generator was also filled with fuel, enough for ten days or so.
After taking care of these things, he fed Coal Ball and then began to head out.
There was still much to do tonight.
Bluewater Bay was brightly lit and bustling at night.
Elderly women danced passionately in the square, and if everything went as usual, they would be fighting for the bus tomorrow morning to go to the distant supermarket to queue for discounted eggs.
University couples were affectionate in the park, perhaps discussing their future and how to build their little nest.
But after tonight, many people would die, and everything in the past would no longer exist.
...
In Fitzwilliam's villa.
"Master, we sent someone to the warehouse last night and found it empty.
It seems Dylan has already disposed of all the goods."
Fitzwilliam was furious upon hearing this news.
"However, we found out that he has been getting close to a female university student named Alberta from Bluewater Bay Art College these days.
They might be in a romantic relationship."
Fitzwilliam's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "
Can we lure this female student here?"
"It's a coincidence.
I had a fling with a student who happens to be from the same school.
She said she can arrange a meeting with her."
Fitzwilliam's face twisted, his eyes filled with malice. "Dylan, just you wait.
Tonight, I'll make you taste the bitterness of losing something you love."
...
At nine o'clock in the evening, Dylan arrived at the Cape Restaurant on time.
Dorothy was surprised to see only Dylan.
"Just you? Where are your friends?"
Dylan scratched his nose, feeling guilty. "
Don't worry about that. Let's just bring out the food first!"
After all the dishes for the 10 private rooms were served, Dylan said to Dorothy, "Dorothy, ask everyone to leave.
Without my permission, don't let anyone come up!"Dorothy gave Dylan a pitying glance.
Yeah, she understood!
All the invited friends stood him up, leaving him with an awkward situation.
But really, his character was a bit lacking.
After everyone went downstairs, Dylan tiptoed into each room, preparing to store all the food in the space.
Finding it troublesome to do it dish by dish, he decided to store the entire tables into the space.
However, Dylan only stored 9 tables, leaving one behind.
After completing these tasks, Dylan handed Dorothy 10,000 dollars. "
Dorothy, keep the banquet set up, and don't let anyone come upstairs.
My friends will come a bit later.
Consider this extra payment for your overtime."
Without waiting for Dorothy's response, Dylan left.
Dorothy: Brother, why push yourself so hard?
Dylan rushed to the harbor where the yachts were kept.
The security personnel naturally recognized him.
"Young Master Dylan, why are you here at this hour?"
Dylan replied, "I need to settle the final payment tomorrow, so I came to check tonight."
The staff didn't suspect anything and quickly escorted Dylan over.
The yacht was already cleaned spotlessly, which pleased Dylan.
"I want to stay here alone for a while.
You all can go about your business.
I'll leave on my own later."
The staff left without worry.
With a yacht this size, it wouldn't be stolen.
After they left, Dylan extended his hand and stored the yacht into the space.
Due to its size, it took a considerable amount of mental effort, leaving Dylan feeling a bit drained.
As Dylan left, the staff bid him farewell.
"Young Master Dylan, see you tomorrow!"
Dylan replied, "Goodbye!"
Never again!
Now that everything was taken care of, only the final reckoning remained.
It was 11 o'clock now.
One hour was enough.
Just as Dylan was about to drive to Fitzwilliam's villa, his phone rang.
Seeing it was Fitzwilliam calling, Dylan answered.
Upon connection, Fitzwilliam's sinister laughter came through.
"Dylan, if you don't want your girlfriend Alberta to be harmed, hurry to Purple Mountain Villa."
Dylan was stunned.
How did Alberta get involved in this?
Well, since you're offering yourself up, I guess I don't need to go looking for you.Dylan hastily drove back, and halfway there, he remembered to call Belinda, asking her to go to the Purple Mountain Villa for a talk.
These two ladies, no one should be left out.
Arriving at the villa's gate, Dylan noticed a commercial van and a Lamborghini parked there.
Seeing Dylan return, Fitzwilliam stepped out of the Lamborghini, and several people emerged from the van behind him.
Alberta had duct tape over her mouth and her hands tied behind her back.
She was dragged out of the car, followed by Cherry, the classmate Dylan had encountered at the Cape Restaurant.
As soon as Dylan saw Cherry, he knew what was going on.
"Inside?" Dylan gestured towards the villa.
"Damn right, inside! Look at what you've done to the outside, making it look like a prison.
I want to see what you've turned the inside into!
" Fitzwilliam exclaimed angrily.
As soon as they entered the villa, Dylan was restrained from behind.
After being thoroughly searched for weapons and confirmed to have none, he was released.
"Dylan, look at what you've done to my villa.
It looks like a bunker now.
Are you playing survivalist during the apocalypse?
" Fitzwilliam said furiously, seeing the villa's altered state.
Dylan didn't even bother responding to him.
He just pointed at Alberta and said calmly, "Let her go. I have nothing to do with her.
Trying to blackmail me with her won't work."
"What do you mean you have nothing to do with her?
You two are clearly in a relationship.
It's either you're together or you're not, and you even had dinner together," Cherry chimed in. She saw this as an opportunity to avenge her previous insult and wasn't going to let it slide easily.
"Shut up! Men speak, women stay quiet. Get lost!" Fitzwilliam snapped at Cherry, who immediately backed off and didn't dare to make a sound.
"Dylan, since you have nothing to do with her, then it's even better. She's such a pure and beautiful girl I've also taken a liking to her. It's perfect for me to enjoy her tonight. You don't mind, do you? Haha!" Fitzwilliam said as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Why is it so hot in here? Shall we take our clothes off now? How about I give you a live performance, Dylan?"
Upon hearing Fitzwilliam's words, Alberta protested with a couple of "mhmms." However, she remained relatively calm, just glaring at Fitzwilliam with intense hatred, as if she wanted to devour him.
Dylan couldn't help but sigh.
This girl usually seemed calm and gentle, but in dangerous situations, she could be fierce.
Dylan didn't show much nervousness either.
He just calmly said, "Fitzwilliam, release her. If you want to deal with me, then deal with me alone."