Chapter 1827

No normal kids could pull stunts like that.

"Come on! I'm doing legit business here," the shop owner protested. "I didn't hurt anybody. Why are you coming after me? If you want a cut, just speak the word. I can hook you up with my supplier. No need to wreck us."

Getting whooped by two teenagers was humiliating enough.

"Where's your supply chain?" Solomon asked, all business. "Who's your contact?"

The owner tensed up. "Are you a cop? I've got nothing to say. Just take me in."

He'd rather die than snitch. Betraying his supplier meant a reduced sentence but a lifetime of payback.

"You see, I'm not a patient person," Solomon said coldly. "Talk, or I'll make you wish you had."

He took the owner's arm, and with a crack, the joint popped out.

Lillian's eyes widened with shock.

Solomon had learned the ruthless style of Juan and Jordan at a young age. This was nothing new to him.

Lillian, on the other hand, had been sheltered from that side.

"I won't talk even if you kill me," the owner hissed.

He would end up worse than this if he squealed. Solomon frowned, stuck.

Suddenly, the shutter rattled open. Ben walked in with his usual smile, followed by police officers.

"Sorry, folks, I'm late," he said.

The owner sobbed with relief. If only they'd shown up earlier, before his arm was broken, it would have been so much better.

"Uncle Ben?" Lillian blinked. "How did you know we were here?"

"Mrs. Houston had me tail you," Ben replied, shaking his head. "Next time, think before you act. If you can't investigate right, stay put. Don't spook the enemy."

Lillian grinned sheepishly, "We're glad to offer some help."

Ben didn't know what to say.

"Where are my folks?" she asked. "I thought they were checking vendors."

Ben chuckled, "Your folks? Well, they tracked the supplier ages ago."