Wolves, Maces, And Blood
Chapter 59 Bastard! I’ll fight you!

He had a nasty look on his face!

The slap was harsh and loud. Marcia didn't even have time to scream before she jerked her face sideways. If the security guard hadn't kept pressing her shoulder, she would have been fanned to the ground. When he had finished, the guard took credit and looked at Mr. France as if to say, "Mr. France, am I good? Is that a hard enough slap?"

"I didn't get my pay for nothing, did I?"

His face glowed with pride.

Mr. France curled his lips and smiled, which made the security guard's vanity explode. Then he rolled up his sleeves and spat at Marcia, "Mr. France is asking you questions, don't be a fucking fool!" "Where the hell did you get that card?"

Marcia felt the sound of firecrackers in her head. It took half a minute to get better. When she turned around, there was scarlet blood at the corners of her mouth and a red print on her face. Her wronged tears poured out uncontrollably.

This slap was in her face, and it trampled on her self-esteem, which she cherished as her life!

"How dare you hit me?"

Unable to wipe her tears, Marcia stared at the security guard who had slapped her, her eyes wide and her face grim. As if in a sudden frenzy, she somehow managed to break free of the guard's restraints and get to her feet.

Then she flung herself at the guard who had slapped her, and reached out to scratch his face. She wanted to peel him alive and scratch him.

She scratched and shouted, "I'll kill you!"

Unfortunately, she was just an ordinary middle-aged woman with little strength. Even if she tried her best, she was no match for the security guard.

Bam!

In a panic, the security guard slapped Marcia on the other cheek. This time, with no one to restrain her, she lost her balance and, with a splash, fell to the ground.

"Bah! You have more than you can chew!"

The guard spat at Marcia again, then reached out to adjust his security uniform. He looked defiant.

"Tie her up."

Mr. France took a leisurely sip of hot tea and said, "Why are you doing this, lady?"

"Do you really want to go to jail when the cops show up?"

"Well, in that case, I'll have to do it for you."

He had an expression of compassion.

When the two security guards heard this, they hurriedly got rope, lifted the panting Marcia back into the chair, and tied her up.

"Bastard! You bastards!"

Marcia's cheeks were red and swollen, the corners of her mouth bloodstained, tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. She didn't even have the strength to struggle. She could only cry and swear "Why are you hitting me? Why should I be wronged? Why do you tie me up???"

"Didn't I just ask you to look at the black card? What crime have I committed?"

She couldn't figure it out!

She couldn't!

She said angrily, "When my son-in-law arrives, I must ask you to give me justice!"

One of the guards laughed at Marcia's angry words. He looked down at Marcia as if he were looking at a fool with disdain, "When your son-in-law arrives, I'll beat him up!"

"Until he gets down on his knees and calls me Grandpa!"

The woman who had been standing next to Mr. France snorted, "How dare you say it's your son-in-law's card? Do you know what it is?"

"What?"

Marcia was stunned. That was the crux of the matter.

"That's Universal..."

The clerk was about to say it to frighten Marcia, when she was interrupted by a click. She looked around and saw the door of the security room was open pushed open.

It was Luke Young, Hilshire's police chief.

He was followed by two uniformed policemen.

"Mr. France, what's going on?"

Luke Young and Mr. France apparently knew each other. He looked at Marcia, who was strapped to the chair. His face changed slightly and he asked, "Isn't that Marcia? Why did you tie her up?" "Did she do something wrong?"

Luke Young was close to Carter Moore, and Marcia was Carter Moore's daughter-in-law, so he knew her.

"Mr. Young, help me!"

when she saw it was Luke Young, Marcia was overjoyed as if she had seen a savior. "I just came here with the black card to ask, and without a word they dragged me here, beat me, cursed me, tied me up, and accused me of stealing the black card!"

"For heaven's sake, that's my son-in-law's card. Mr. Young, you must believe in me!"

With that, she pointed to the black Supreme card in Mr. France's hand.

Luke Young frowned even more.

Son-in-law?

Was that the rapist who was released from the Hilshire Detention Center yesterday and was engaged to Cecilia, whose name was Sean Mason?

It was just a black card. What was all this about?

Luke Young didn't care about Sean. What he cared about was Cecilia. After all, he had experienced what had happened at the Moore Group yesterday afternoon.

According to him, Cecilia might now be involved with the Campbell family of Crane Town.

And the Campbell family of the Crane Town was the existence he couldn't afford to provoke!

Marcia was Cecilia's real mother, and if Cecilia were to complain to Charles Campbell about this little incident, it would be a disaster.

He saw what happened to Carter Moore, and he didn't want to end up like Carter Moore!

As he looked at Mr. France again, Luke Young's face turned cold and his voice sank, "Mr. France, you better give me a reasonable explanation today, otherwise, you are abusing lynching and restricting the personal freedom of others, which is illegal."

"With that alone, I can take you back to the police station for questioning!"

His voice was as cold as his face.

"Mr. Young, but..."

Mr. France was surprised by Luke Young's attitude. Luke Young and Marcia knew each other, much to his surprise. So, he stood up at once and explained, "I need to tell you something."

He strode over to Luke Young and whispered something in his ear.

Soon, Luke Young's expression became grave.

"Are you sure?"

He looked down at the Supreme Black card in Mr. France's hand. Mr. France immediately gave it to him with both hands and nodded, "Yes."

The corners of Luke Young's mouth twitched slightly and his heart shuddered.

The Universal Bank! Black Card supreme!

The weight of these two names was so heavy that even Luke Young, the director of the Public Security Bureau, was shocked now he heard them.

A moment later, Luke Young took the supreme black card and looked back at Marcia, "Marcia, can you confirm that this black card belongs to your son-in-law, Sean Mason?"

"Of course..."

Marcia nodded and was about to admit it when a man's voice came from outside the security room, "The card is mine. Is there a problem?"

Bam!

Almost at the same moment, with a loud bang, the door of the security room was kicked open and almost burst!