Chapter 424: Chapter 424: He Won’t Concede

William Quinn’s expression instantly turned grim. He swung a fist straight for Walker Grant’s face.

But Walker Grant was prepared. He easily intercepted the fist, then shoved him back with a powerful push.

Right now, William Quinn was like an enraged lion. A tsunami of fury raged in his blue eyes as he strode toward Walker Grant.

Walker Grant watched him coldly. "What? Are you looking to get your arms and legs broken?"

"You’re asking to die!"

William Quinn, unable to contain his fury, charged wildly at Walker Grant.

The two immediately fell into a brawl, every punch landing solidly.

Nathaniel Monroe watched from the side, completely dumbfounded.

’Wait a second...’

’What the hell is going on?’

’Why are they fighting the second they see each other?’

Their exchange was swift. William Quinn fought with reckless abandon, finally managing to hold his own against Walker Grant, if only barely.

But in the end, Walker Grant sent him flying with a kick, and he landed sprawled on the ground.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at the pitch-black night sky, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Walker Grant straightened his jacket and looked down at him. "Don’t even think about getting any ideas about her again. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind leaving you here permanently."

"I challenge you to a competition!"

William Quinn, still refusing to concede, said, "If I win, you give her to me!"

"Ha!"

Walker Grant scoffed. "You really don’t know when to quit, do you? Are you that eager to die?"

But William Quinn just grinned. "What? Afraid to compete? Scared you’ll lose her?"

Walker Grant’s gaze turned even colder as he walked toward him.

William Quinn spoke again. "If I lose, I’ll tell you who wants to kill her. And I’ll protect her, too!"

He added, "For free."

Walker Grant lowered his gaze, looking at William’s battered state. His voice deepened. "You can’t beat me."

"Then let’s compete, like men!" William Quinn scrambled back to his feet. His handsome face was now red and swollen, which looked rather comical.

Seeing his defiant expression, Walker Grant turned and walked toward a sports car.

William Quinn’s interest was piqued. ’I can’t beat him in a fight, but there’s no way he can beat me in a race, right?’

’I refuse to believe it!’

The ROAR of engines filled the air. A bright yellow and a red sports car were poised at the starting line.

The starting gun was fired. An instant later, the two sports cars shot forward like arrows released from a bow.

Nathaniel Monroe turned and ran into the main hall to watch the live helicopter feed on the big screen.

The two cars were neck and neck at the start. Then, the bright yellow car pulled ahead, with the red car in hot pursuit.

At a turn, the red car overtook the yellow one. For the rest of the stretch, it completely dominated, keeping the yellow car suppressed.

...all the way to the finish line.

Nathaniel Monroe ran out excitedly. "Walker, you won! That was incredible!"

SLAM!

The car door slammed shut. Walker Grant took off his helmet and looked at William Quinn as he climbed out of the yellow sports car. "Had enough?"

William Quinn was furious.

His blue eyes stared intently at Walker. "Is there anything you’re not good at?"

Walker Grant ignored the question, his voice calm. "Now, tell me. Who wants to kill her?"

William Quinn narrowed his eyes and let out a short, derisive laugh. "I’ll tell her myself."

But Walker Grant replied, "Don’t forget your promise."

William Quinn retorted, "So what? I lost, but I can still see her. What are you going to do, break my legs?"

The wind on the mountaintop was frigid, and the faint scent of blood hung in the air.

Walker Grant said flatly, "I’ll handle this. It’s better that way. If she knows too much, she’ll be afraid."