Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 120

The truck which was followed by two SUVs and a Mecedes Benz G-class pulled over at a lone street. The street looked hardly trodden and was dead quiet.

As soon as the truck pulled over, the three cars which were behind it did too. The vehicles were positioned thus: the truck at the forefront, followed by an SUV, the G-wagon and then the last SUV.

Out of the two SUVs ran out several hencemen dressed in black suits. They hurried to the G-wagon and made a file at both sides. As soon as the door of the G-wagon was pulled opened by one of the men, all the men went in a conforming bow at once.

"Steven the Lord. Steven our boss!"

They chorused on top of their voices. Steven stepped out of the car. He had changed his shoes. Also, the numbers of the henchmen had reduced significantly!

The henchmen led him through an alley till they bursted out into an open and busy street. Opposite them was a restaurant.

Point in time they left the truck, the big two backdoors of the truck opened and out of it jumped out another troupe of henchmen who lined themselves around the truck, forming a rectangular defense position. The truck quite the long one.

Steven and his men walked into the busy restaurant. It was a typical restaurant for an average man.

"That's it. Everyone out. Now!"

Steven called and people who were eating in the restaurant scrambled off. Some of the civilians who stood up, standing their grounds and challenging the henchmen, got their jaws broken, face pulpy, teeth lost, eyes swollen and lots more.

In the blink of an eye, the restaurant was void of people. The owner of the restaurant quickly dialed the emergency number 789, putting a call through to the police.

"There are some louts here! Come right away!"

In less than few seconds, the police siren was heard blaring in distance. The police got there and about seven police men ran into the restaurant.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing in a civilized world where rule of law exists?!"

The leader of the police men called on top of his voice. There was a heavy baton in his left hand. A baton that could leave a pothole in your skull if it makes a contact.

"Who is that noise maker?"

The henchmen paved the way for Steven who had just spoken.

"How dare you call an officer a ---"

The police man choked on his words when his eyes met Steven's. He dropped on his knees suddenly.

"Forgive me, boss. Forgive me. I didn't know that you were the one."

The officer looked to his back and yelled,

"Do you have death wish? Go on your knees right now."

Back to Steven, the officer kept going up and down in bow.

"Forgive me, boss. I'm sorry. I wouldn't had come if I knew it was you."

Steven got to him and squatted, reaching out his long and thick arm, his hand pushing up the chin of the officer who couldn't look him in the eyes. The best he could go was staring at Steven's nose.

"How much do I pay you?"

"$100,000 weekly, boss."

Steven dropped the man's head, standing up.

"Divide it by four. That's what I'll pay you for the rest of the year. I'll use the remaining for my emotional support."

He turned to his henchmen,

"Shouldn't I?"

"You are generous boss!"

The henchmen chorused and bowed.

"What are you still waiting for,

cop boy? Off you go!"

One of the henchmen barked at the police officer.

"Arrgh, this boys love noise."

Steven grunted, looking for a good position to seat. The police officer jumped on his feet glaring at the owner of the restaurant.

"You fucking turd. I'll close down this place."

He turned away and stomped off with his men.

"Poor boy."

Steven lit another cigarette.

Point in time, the police officer left, there walked in a short and round man with protruding belly. Behind him was a tall, burly and huge guy, about 7 ft tall. More like a bouncer.

As soon as Steven saw the short man, he stood up.

"Mr Colton, I'm so glad to see you."

Steven reached out his hand but Mr Colton refused to take it. Instead the latter settled in a chair.