Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1189 - 1189 One Thousand One Hundred Seventy-Two The Reason Why He Couldn't Leave

1189: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Seventy-Two: The Reason Why He Couldn’t Leave 1189: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Seventy-Two: The Reason Why He Couldn’t Leave Frey, dragging Ella, ran to where he had parked.

After looking back at the pursuing Gao Yang, they both got into the car, started it quickly and reversed out with a screech of the tires, then drove toward home.

Watching Frey drive away, Gao Yang clenched his fists angrily and then said loudly to Yelena beside him, “Let’s drive and chase him!”

Gao Yang was filled with rage, struggling to control his anger.

After sitting in the passenger seat, Yelena asked worriedly, “Darling, what happened?”

Gao Yang said sternly, “Nothing, fasten your seatbelt!”

Gao Yang drove out of the parking lot and sped after Frey.

Gao Yang’s car was a sports sedan, a Mercedes CLS 63 AMG, while Frey drove only a common, cheap car used by his mother and Ella, a Civic.

In terms of performance, Gao Yang’s car could leave Frey’s far behind.

Seething with anger, Gao Yang drove his car to its potential for the first time, but it was not the right place.

On the busy street, Gao Yang’s car began weaving through traffic, knowing the route Frey would take, hoping to catch up to him.

Soon, within a few minutes, Gao Yang saw Frey’s car.

Picking up speed again, he darted left and right through the traffic, overtaking Frey, and then slammed on his brakes in front of Frey’s car, trying to force him to stop.

Frey’s car braked in time, but he turned the steering wheel and accelerated through an adjacent lane, also beginning to weave through traffic.

Gao Yang cursed loudly, then floored the accelerator once more.

Yelena, not uttering a word, just looked worriedly at Gao Yang.

She knew something had made him very angry, but she did not know why; yet, Yelena would never scream to stop him.

Utilizing the superior performance of his vehicle, Gao Yang closed in on Frey again, and the two cars drove one after the other on the busy street.

Gao Yang didn’t rush to overtake Frey, angry as he was, he didn’t want innocent bystanders to get involved because of his emotions, so he controlled his speed, just wanting to keep up with Frey.

After two intersections, Frey drove onto a less crowded road, and seeing no cars ahead or behind, Gao Yang floored the accelerator again, catching up to Frey’s car, then turned the steering wheel and sideswiped Frey’s front with the rear of his own car.

Gao Yang had learned defensive driving; he knew how to force a car to stop, but Frey had also learned defensive driving; he knew how to avoid being forced to stop.

Thus, Gao Yang could only try stopping Frey in the most intense manner possible; he hit Frey’s front with the rear of his car, causing both vehicles to veer to the right and eventually stop with Gao Yang’s car blocking in front of Frey’s.

Gao Yang got out of his car, pulled out his handgun, and pointed it at Frey sitting in the car, shouting, “Get out, get the hell out!”

Gao Yang couldn’t really shoot Frey.

As he shouted, he lowered the muzzle toward Frey’s car’s front left tire, but Frey quickly reversed and sped past Gao Yang after backing up several meters.

Frey was determined not to get out.

Gao Yang’s finger on the trigger trembled slightly, but ultimately, he didn’t pull it.

“F**k, F**k you!”

After yelling twice at Frey’s taillights, Gao Yang angrily holstered his handgun and climbed back into the car.

As Gao Yang drove off aggressively again, Yelena finally whispered softly, “Dear, don’t do this, it’s too dangerous.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Although Gao Yang muttered that he knew what he was doing, in his rage, he still slowed down the car.

Gao Yang stopped talking, merely gritting his teeth as he drove back at the slowest speed he could maintain.

Gao Yang drove the car back smoothly, patiently parking before getting out, his face ashen.

Yelena took Gao Yang’s hand, her voice trembling, “Dear, whatever happened, calm down, you need to calm down.”

Gao Yang silently nodded, saying nothing, his mind was a mess, unsure of what to say.

Upstairs, stepping out of the elevator, Gao Yang knocked on Frey’s door, and after not getting a response the first time, he immediately pounded heavily with his fist.

The door immediately opened, and standing behind it was a terrified Ella, while the one who opened it was a frantic Mrs.

Smith.

“Gao, what happened?”

Yelena shouted loudly: “Go call my dad and Tommy, hurry!”

Ignoring the frantic Mrs.

Smith, Gao Yang walked past her, saw Frey’s door tightly closed, he stomped on it and kicked it open.

Frey was lying on the bed, covering his face with his hands.

When he removed his hands and saw Gao Yang, he immediately sat up, and by then, Gao Yang had already approached him.

Gao Yang grabbed Frey by the collar, swung his right hand, and slapped him hard across the face, then turned his hand back and gave another heavy slap.

“You bastard!

Where can you run to?

Huh!

Where can you run to!”

Two slap marks appeared on Frey’s face, but he twisted his head, clenched his teeth, and said nothing.

Gao Yang grew even angrier, his hands gripping Frey’s collar as he pulled Frey to stand up, and yelled, “Do you know how many people I had to find to give you the damn chance to have a scout watch you play?

Couldn’t you just talk nicely to the scout?

F**k you!

Why are you running?

Why are you running!

Didn’t you hear me telling you to stop?”

Frey turned his face back and yelled, “Did I ask you to find a scout?

Did you ask for my opinion?

I don’t need you to find me a scout; I’ve said it, I don’t play baseball!”

Gao Yang’s face turned from blue to white, gripping Frey’s collar, he spoke word by word: “Dare you say that to me again!”

Frey turned his face away, said nothing.

“Gao!

What are you doing!

Let go, quickly let go!”

“Boss, let’s talk this out nicely, are you crazy?

Let him go, he can’t breathe!”

Glolov and Tommy had already run over, each grabbing one of Gao Yang’s arms, forcibly pulling him away.

Now free from Gao Yang’s grasp, Frey stepped back and yelled at Gao Yang: “We had an agreement!

You’re not keeping your word; you said you wouldn’t force me to play that damn baseball!”

Gao Yang pointed his finger at Frey, his voice trembling: “I brought you out from South Africa to give you a good life, not to live day to day worried about dying on the battlefield, I’m always scared you’ll get your head blown off by a bullet, I’m damn scared you’ll break your arms or legs, I promised your mother not to let you become a corpse sent back home, you are talented, you could be a star, living a first-class life, why won’t you!”

Gao Yang turned his hand towards Glolov, his voice trembling: “What else does he know besides fighting?”

Gao Yang then pointed at Tommy, screamed: “What can he do besides fighting?

And me!

What can we do if not fight; I don’t want to be a useless person!

We have no choice, we have no choice but to take risks!

You, you are different, you’re wasting your life and talent, F**k you!

You damn bastard!”

Frey stepped forward, waving his hands and yelling at Gao Yang: “What about me!

Have you thought about me?

You go to war, take risks!

I enjoy cheers and flowers, live under the spotlight, can I handle that!

What I can’t give up is not the battlefield; it’s my brothers, who I’ve shared life and death with!

It’s you!

Can I leave?

I cannot leave!

My love is baseball, but your lives are my life, without life, what’s baseball, what’s baseball!”

Frey was also very agitated, hysterically waving his hands, pounding on his chest, after he had screamed, tears were streaming down his face, then he took a couple of steps back and suddenly pulled out his handgun.

“What are you doing?

Put down the gun!”

“Put down the gun!”

Amid the loud yelling from Tommy and Glolov, Frey violently aimed the gun at his own left arm and cried out, “Don’t come any closer!

Boss, don’t force me!

None of you force me, I’ll break my arm, you won’t force me to play baseball, you won’t!

You won’t force me to leave Satan, I’ll break my own arm!”

Glolov’s face turned pale, and Frey’s hand shivering nervously, the gun aimed at his arm could go off at any moment.

Glolov and Tommy immediately stepped back two steps, Tommy’s voice trembling: “Frey, calm down, put down the gun, Gao, Boss, be calm.”

Gao Yang pointed at Frey and screamed: “Put down the gun!

I order you to put down the gun!”

For the first time, Frey disobeyed Gao Yang’s command, he gasped and said: “I…

I…

you…

you…

you can’t, you can’t drive me away, you can’t drive me away, I’ll break my own arm, then you won’t make me play baseball…”

Gao Yang’s voice trembled: “Survivor Robert, no, Harrison risked his life to save your arm for baseball, and now you want to shoot it off yourself?

I know you like the city, to change your mind, I wished to get New York Mets to offer you a tryout, I ran around like a dog being walked by those damned people of the Mets, they mocked me, it’s okay, I don’t care, but when they mock you, I feel like being slapped in the face!

Yes, I am not capable, I couldn’t get the Mets to invite you, I only found a scout from the New York Yankees, I didn’t expect you to join the Yankees, I just hoped you could recognize your own ability and value, your arm, is a gift from God, it’s your future, now, you point a gun at it?

Are you planning to shoot yourself?

Go ahead, shoot, damn it if you dare!”

Stunned, Frey stood motionless, but slowly lowered the muzzle, then Glolov swiftly stepped forward, grabbed Frey’s arm, and snatched the handgun away.

After Glolov confiscated the handgun, Frey stared at Gao Yang, swallowed hard and gasping heavily said: “Boss, did you say, people from the New York Mets mocked you?” (To be continued.

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