When Julius Reed came into view, Bridger Davenport's heart convulsed violently.
Even now, he could not forget the scene that had taken place at the West Lake docks!
A hundred or so men from the Three Blade Group, beaten without the power to fight back, were only saved in the end by Maurice Yarrow, who paid a hefty ransom to get them out.
This incident had become Bridger Davenport's nightmare, haunting him nearly every night with the face of Julius Reed!
"I did it."
As if afraid Bridger hadn't heard him clearly, Julius Reed repeated, "Those three, I beat them."
"Bullshit! If it wasn't you then who? Me beating myself up?"
Cesar Pendleton straightened his back again when he saw Bridger Davenport and his crew rushing over.
He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the blood from his face.
"You little bastard, today Master Pendleton is going to teach you a lesson!"
