The Queen Back From Hell - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

In the underground dungeon, a black-suited bodyguard respectfully handed over a phone.
Samson glanced at the message on the screen and casually raised his right hand. "Get Tiana!"
"Got it." A few men behind him bowed and left.
Samson glanced at the man on the ground. He picked up his cigar, took a puff, and exhaled smoke.
His movements were casual, with no sign he'd just unleashed a brutal fight.
Earlier, he personally beat Andrew half to death.
After ten years, he could finally take revenge.
He wanted to tear the guy apart and use his blood to honor his wife and daughter.
A few black-suited men lifted the barely breathing Andrew.
He was covered in wounds, without a single patch of good skin.
But the knife scar on his thigh was preserved, standing out glaringly.
"Lock them up together!" he ordered coldly.
He meant to throw Andrew in with a few starving wolfhounds that had gone without food for three days.
He'd thought of personally finishing Andrew off, but then figured such a death was too easy for Andrew.
The torment his wife and daughter endured was far worse. He wasn't a good man to begin with, and dealing with evil called for equally evil methods.
After getting a video and photos from Arielle last night, he immediately took action and captured this scumbag.
The clear knife scar in the photo confirmed the man's identity—the very one he'd been hunting for ten years.
After being captured, Andrew was brutally beaten.
Samson loathed him to the core and didn't kill him right away.
After an all-night interrogation, Samson confirmed there were more accomplices from back then still at large.
At first, Andrew wouldn't talk, thinking his partner was his last card. No matter what methods were used, Andrew wouldn't spill the beans.
Just as Samson was about to resort to extreme torture, Arielle called, saying she had a way to find the missing accomplices and needed his men's help on condition that Tiana be handed over to her.
Half an hour later, the cheating video spread among Andrew's friends.
If it weren't for the face, few would recognize the scarred man in the video as him.
Three hours later, in a low-key Santana sat a middle-aged man, frantically dialing countless times, yet no one picked up.
He kept urging the driver, "Faster!"
The phone call didn't go through, so he had to go in person.
After ten years of stability, this was the second time he felt panic, his whole body trembling.
Two hours later, he arrived at the destination.
The man was Spike Tomlinson, Andrew's sworn brother.
But since they were wanted by the underworld, they had kept a low profile for years, rarely interacting.
Spike pressed the doorbell, then, fearing no one heard, he pounded anxiously.
At that moment, a bodyguard in black with sunglasses opened the door.
The guard sized him up, asking, "Who are you?"
Spike was desperate, ignoring him and rushing inside.
The bodyguard wasn't a pushover either, grabbing Spike's hand firmly. Both men were skilled martial artists, and Spike knew the purpose of his visit today. He didn't want to get thrown out before even meeting Axe.
So, he quickly said, "I need to see Axe. It's urgent."
The bodyguard let him go, asking, "Your name?"
"Spike."
The bodyguard soon returned with a slightly changed attitude. Behind him were a few bodyguards armed to the teeth,
Spike still felt a bit nervous. It had been ten years since he'd lived that rough life of fights and chaos.
Used to the steady days now, he didn't want to go back to the old ways.
Stepping inside, Spike realized this place was totally different from the outside world.
The villa was huge, packed with bodyguards. All armed, their eyes followed Spike's every move.
He followed the bodyguards, winding through several loops and finally reaching the innermost part.