Chapter 1338: Chapter 1338: Just Afraid You Won’t Live to Claim It Chapter 1338: Chapter 1338: Just Afraid You Won’t Live to Claim It “How about it, ready to give up the shares? If you’re willing, I’ll let you off the hook tonight.” Looking at the man lying on the ground in a sorry state, Minister Hudson approached condescendingly.

At this moment, Lewis Harrison’s mind was filled entirely with cherished memories he once shared with Camila Walker, through all the trials and tribulations, everything they had endured!

He lay on the ground in agony, drained of all strength to resist, as wooden sticks mercilessly beat him, yet he felt no pain.

It wasn’t until the movements of the black-clothed people had come to a halt that Harrison managed to pull some of his thoughts back together, lifting his eyelids to look at Minister Hudson in front of him.

A sardonic smile curled the corners of his lips, revealing that peerless cold sneer, “Want it?”

Seeing the man powerless to fight back, lying on the ground in pain, yet still defiantly smirking, Minister Hudson felt displeased.

“Isn’t that a stupid question? Of course I want it!” If he didn’t want it, why would he go through all this effort to bring him here!

Harrison smiled again, then coldly spat out a few words, “Afraid you won’t live to have it.”

Just as the words fell, Harrison’s expression hardened, and before anyone had the chance to react, he sprang up from the ground swiftly, like a ferocious lion unleashed, and in an instant broke free from the ropes binding his hands!

Minister Hudson, who had thought him to be at death’s door, was momentarily taken aback, standing there petrified, completely motionless.

Following that, in less than one minute, by the time Minister Hudson had gathered his wits, the 10 black-clothed men he had hired were all on the ground, wailing in pain.

He watched, shocked, as the supposedly half-dead Harrison demonstrated such swift agility. Was the injury on his head not affecting him at all?

Minister Hudson stood there, stunned, watching blood flow from Harrison’s head. Could an ordinary person stand there unaffected like nothing’s wrong? Shouldn’t he have lost consciousness and been lying there by now?

After dispatching all the black-dressed men, Harrison straightened up, his sharp, icy gaze piercing the unmoving Minister Hudson, and then he stepped forward, slowly closing in.

Only when he was a mere meter away did Minister Hudson abruptly snap back to reality, reaching into his coat to pull out a black pistol, but Harrison was quicker. He seized the gun lightning-fast, held it in his hand, and aimed it straight at Minister Hudson’s forehead.

In an instant, staring down the muzzle of the gun aimed at him, Minister Hudson’s legs visibly went weak, and he broke into a cold sweat, “Look, Chairman, I–I don’t want the shares anymore, please… don’t shoot!”

Looking at the middle-aged man before him, Harrison curved his lips into a cold smile.

Then, his arm lowered, the gun’s muzzle moved downward, and before Minister Hudson could comprehend, a “gunshot” rang out, followed by a cry of agony!

Watching Minister Hudson on the ground, clutching his kneecap, Harrison slightly lifted his cold gaze, emitting a sinister chill. He glanced at Hudson, then turned and walked toward the warehouse entrance, pulling out his cell phone and dialing the police station’s number.

Daring to do this, he would make sure he spent the rest of his life in prison!