1096: What Is Your Purpose?

What Is Your Purpose?

"Are you planning to kill me?"1

As soon as Connor finished speaking, he heard a commotion coming from the backyard.

Soon after, more than a dozen burly men in black suits appeared behind him.

These men were all muscular and exuded a strong sense of hostility, with fierce expressions on their faces.

They were all holding weapons like steel pipes and machetes in their hands.

Clearly, these were the assassins arranged by Queta, waiting for the moment when he would take the bait.

After seeing these assassins, Connor finally realized what was going on. It was obvious that she had already harbored murderous intent towards him.

"Do you think you can kill me with these few people?"

Connor turned his head and disdainfully assessed the assassins Queta had brought, saying expressionlessly.

"Are these people not enough?" she sneered.

"They probably aren't!"

He shook his head lightly.

After using his aura observation technique to assess these people, Connor realized that although they had considerable strength, they were still nothing compared to him.

After all, these people were not martial artists, they were all ordinary individuals.

Although they held weapons, it would still be very difficult for them to defeat Connor.

However, when Queta saw his confidence, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, and she whispered, "Connor, you are too arrogant. These people are carefully selected assassins, and you have no hope of leaving here alive. So I advise you to see the current situation clearly..."

"I already told you, these people are not enough!" he replied indifferently.

"Connor, are you too confident? Do you know how many experts die at the hands of these people every year? Do you think that so many people attacking you together won't be your match?" she shouted at him in frustration.

"If I say they're not enough, then they're not enough..."

Connor stood still, his expression unusually calm.

"Alright, since you think these people are not enough, how about adding these three people to the mix?"

She smiled and clapped her hands lightly.

A few seconds later, three middle-aged men appeared behind her.

When Connor saw these three middle-aged men, his expression began to change subtly.

Because he could sense that these three individuals had abilities surpassing ordinary people.

But he wasn't sure if they were true martial artists. He wasn't quite clear about it.

"These three individuals are the highly skilled experts cultivated by my Zepeda family for many years. Even if you have tremendous abilities, today you won't escape death!"

Queta looked at Connor with a confident smile, as if in her eyes, he was already a dead man.

"You're so confident?"

Connor couldn't help but sneer.

"If I didn't make sufficient preparations, how could I dare to make a move against Mr. Connor?"

Queta continued speaking, looking at Connor.

"This incident was probably planned by you and Arthur, right? Just relying on you alone, it would be difficult to bring so many assassins here..."

Connor didn't feel any panic or fear in the current situation, instead he calmly asked Queta.

"Now, discussing these things seems unimportant, right?"

Although Queta didn't directly answer Connor's question, the meaning behind her words was quite clear.

Arthur should also be involved in this matter.

"Since you've brought me here, can you tell me what your purpose is?" Connor looked at Queta in front of him, asking softly.

"My purpose is very simple. I just want to have a conversation with you, Mr. Connor," she said softly, with a hint of charm in her eyes.

"A conversation?" He stared at her, his tone tinged with confusion.

"Yes, I just want to talk to you, Mr. Connor." She nodded gently and continued, "Mr. Connor, I'm well aware of your power. Both your background and combat strength are terrifying. If I hadn't prepared myself fully, how could I have the courage to speak to you like this?"

"Heh..." He chuckled coldly, then asked expressionlessly, "Since you want to talk to me, go ahead. What do you want to talk about?"

"Mr. Connor, you're the chairman of Empire World Corporation. Although Empire World Corporation has subsidiaries in our Newtown, its scale is not large, and it maintains a non-interference relationship with other prominent families in our city. But this time, you personally came to Newtown. What is your purpose?" Queta asked directly.

After hearing her question, he finally understood why she was so nervous about his identity.

It was because she was worried that his sudden arrival in Newtown would threaten her interests.

"I think you might be overthinking..." Connor whispered to Queta.

"Overthinking?" Her eyes showed a hint of confusion.

"Yes, I came to Newtown this time solely for Freya. I have no intention of taking any action against the families in Newtown," Connor explained calmly.

However, Queta sneered and said, "Mr. Connor, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? As a person of your stature, you have countless resources at your disposal. You can find any kind of woman you want. Do you think I'll believe your explanation that you put so much effort into coming to Newtown and abandoning the business in Porthampton just for Freya?"

"Whether you believe it or not is your problem," Connor looked at Queta and said calmly.

"I admit that Freya is indeed very beautiful and outstanding. But in Porthampton, I can find many women who are more beautiful than her, who are more enchanting and skilled in bed."

"If Mr. Connor feels unsatisfied, I can also help you find some noble women. No matter what requirements you have, as long as you mention them, I can fulfill them..." Queta looked at Connor and said.

Connor remained silent as he looked at Queta.

In fact, he knew very well that her inability to believe him was normal.

After all, with his current status and background, no matter what kind of woman he wanted.

As long as he spoke up, these women would go crazy, take off their clothes, and climb onto his bed.

No one would believe that he appeared here because of Freya.

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