Awakening the War God

Chapter 97 The Mediator

Chapter 97 The Mediator

Upon receiving Michael's order, Grant became assertive.

He sized up Gabriel before waving to his subordinates. "Go get this unruly fellow!"

"Yes, sir!"

Each of the dozen officers was alarmed.

Two of them approached Gabriel, intending to subdue him.

"This is really irritating!"

Frustration welled up inside Gabriel as the police officers upset his plan.

How could he allow himself to be captured by two mere officers?

With lightning speed, he grabbed the wrist of one officer and twisted it forcefully.

The officer grunted in pain, dropping his gun.

Gabriel caught the gun with his left hand and pressed it against the head of the other officer.

All of this happened in an instant.

Gabriel subdued the two officers, leaving the others stunned.

Stella was startled and instinctively covered her mouth.

These were not ordinary people. They were police officers.

And Gabriel attacked them.

She couldn't imagine the consequences.

"You're assaulting officers! Drop your gun now!"

Grant was taken aback and quickly drew his gun, shouting at Gabriel.

The other officers also raised their guns, aiming at Gabriel.

Tension instantly filled the air.

Witnessing this scene, Joseph and Michael couldn't hide their delight.

They shared the same thought. It would be best if things escalated, resulting in Gabriel accidentally injuring or killing an officer.

That way, Gabriel would be charged with a severe crime.

No one would be able to save him.

"Drop my gun? Why don't you let them fire their guns first? Let's see who dies first. If you keep pushing it, I don't mind killing every one of you!"

Gabriel wasn't the type of man to passively await his fate.

And putting down his gun was out of the question.

The tougher Gabriel's attitude was, the happier Michael felt.

He shifted his gaze and shouted, fanning the flame, "Mr. Jenkins, give the order to shoot. I'll bear all the consequences."

As long as Gabriel engaged in a firefight with the officers, regardless of the outcome, Gabriel would be the loser.

Grant was caught in a dilemma.

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Deep down, he didn't want the situation to escalate.

But he never expected Gabriel to be so fierce, daring to resist the officers.

On top of that, he disarmed one officer and subdued another.

The situation had spiraled out of control, giving him an immense headache.

And Michael was pressuring him. If he had known this, he wouldn't have come.

While he was torn, Michael grew anxious and urged again, "Grant, what are you waiting for? This man has killed and injured many people. The evidence is clear for many serious crimes. My two grandsons are still in the hospital after being hit by him. If you catch him, it will be eradicating evil for the people. I promise I will let Jack report your feats to the assembly."

Grant was swayed.

Reporting his feats?

He might get promoted because of it.

With that in mind, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fi..."

But before he could finish his words, Gabriel's phone suddenly rang.

The sound was loud, startling the police officers.

They almost subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Gabriel remained composed as he pointed the gun at a police officer and took out his phone with his right hand. To his surprise, it was Santos calling.

"Hello?" He answered the phone but heard a strange voice.

"Gabriel, this is Tyler Brook. Put it on speakerphone."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before pressing the speakerphone button.

The angry voice of Mr. Brooks then came from the other end of the phone. "This is Tyler Brook."

With that simple introduction, the entire banquet hall fell silent.

Michael and Grant were terrified.

They couldn't believe that Tyler called Gabriel.

Tyler continued, "I told you last time that the supervision team would arrive in Silverwood soon, and you guys shouldn't fight so blatantly. What? Don't my words mean anything to you? Do you have to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, let the supervision team set us as a bad example, and make Silverwood a laughingstock all over the country?"

The banquet hall was deadly silent.

Tyler's voice echoed, and everyone listened carefully.

Grant, with sweat all over his forehead, quickly spoke up, "I'm sorry, Mr. Brooks. I'll withdraw the police immediately!"

He was flattering himself.

Obviously, Tyler was addressing Gabriel and Michael, not just a minor police chief like him.

At that point, Michael had to give up on the idea of letting Gabriel and the police fight each other.

Michael was dissatisfied, but he kept his emotions in check and said, "Mr. Brooks, too many things have happened recently, and I failed to control my temper. I promise that the Davis family will not start conflicts during this critical moment when the supervision team is in Silverwood."

He had to give in.

But since Gabriel was still alive, he had to change his original plans.

At least, they couldn't be so radical.

After all, Gabriel was a lunatic who had no concept of compromise.

In the face of such a person and such a situation, he had to concede.

"What about you, Gabriel?" Tyler asked again.

Gabriel had nothing to say.

He held the phone and reluctantly said, "Since you said so, I will drop the matter."

Santos should be with Tyler now.

In other words, this was the idea of the two.

He pondered, thinking it was fine to beat up Joseph or the Davis family as long as they were not dead.

But if he were to fire at the police, it would be a different story.

Regardless of the outcome, it wouldn't bode well for him.

Tyler's phone call indirectly helped him.

"Okay, that's settled!"

The call was hung up.

Gabriel put away his phone and then placed the gun back in the hands of the officer.

With a smile, he patted the officer's shoulder and said, "Bro, as a police officer, you can't let someone easily take away your gun like that!"

The officer held his wrist, filled with fear.

Even now, he still couldn't figure out how he had lost his gun.

"Sir Davis, I'll see you around."

Bowing and scraping to Michael, Grant wiped the sweat off his forehead and shouted, "Let's go!"

With that, he left the banquet hall with his men.

The atmosphere at the scene finally relaxed.

All the guests eased up.

Gabriel held Stella's hand and put it on his arm.

"Let's go and find a room."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and smiled before swaggering out of the banquet hall with Stella.

The Davis family suffered big losses this time.

Their project was claimed by the Foster family, and Gabriel humiliated them in front of so many people.

It was really frustrating.

"Gabriel, I'll make sure you have a miserable death!"

Michael bellowed, watching Gabriel leave.

His voice became hoarse, filled with intense hatred.

"Lone Wolf, let's go back. That b*stard, Gabriel, snatched the gift our master gave me. We'll have nothing to offer Drunkard. No matter what, I'll kill him."

Joseph's eyes glinted with coldness as he and Lone Wolf left the banquet hall together.