The Legendary Man novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 The Ximenez Family Of Jazona

A food deliveryman?

Upon hearing Kyson’s words, the crowd burst into peals of laughter.

It was abundantly evident that he was deliberately insulting Jonathan.

“Why are the lot of you laughing?” At their hysterics, Kyson snorted before retorting, “Tell you what, don’t look down on the food deliverymen in my production team. I pay them over seven thousand a month! If it weren’t for Josephine’s sake, I wouldn’t have offered him such a cushy job.”

As his words rang out, the crowd’s laughter grew in volume.

Over seven thousand! It might be an astronomical sum to others, but it’s nothing to us! We effortlessly get paid over ten thousand a month without having to stand in the sun or rain. All we’ve got to do is to tap away on the keyboard. Unlike us, he’s only getting five or six thousand a month when he’s running errands for someone else!

In a thrice, contempt brimmed in their eyes.

“You think it’s a cushy job?” Jonathan threw Kyson a chilly look.

“Of course! It’s far better than you having to stand in the scorching sun at the construction site yet making less than seven thousand a month, no?” Kyson sneered.

“Since you think that is a cushy job, I’ll pay you ten grand to deliver food to my house every day!” Jonathan eyed him coldly, drawling, “What do you think about that?”

“What are you implying?” Kyson’s expression instantly darkened when he saw that the man actually dared talk back to him. “Do you think I look as though I’m short of ten thousand?”

“Then, do you think I look as though I’m short of seven thousand?” Jonathan riposted in a glacial voice.

“That’s the truth, isn’t it?” Kyson couldn’t help guffawing after hearing that. “I really don’t know where you got the courage to act all high and mighty before me when you’ve only got a monthly salary of five or six thousand. If it weren’t for Josephine, do you think you’ve got the right to sit here with us? Every one of us sitting at this table has a net worth of a couple hundred thousand except you. Even the worst of us here makes more than ten thousand a month! You’ve probably never even been here in Empyrean Palace, have you? Actually, have you ever been to such a high-end restaurant or had such an expensive meal?”

“What an idiot!” Jonathan scoffed at the man’s pompous attitude, not in the mood to bicker with him.

He’s no different from an idiot! He thinks Empyrean Palace is considered a high-end restaurant? Then, he must not have seen any high-end restaurants in his life before. Back when I was in Yaleview, a dozen state banquets chefs cooked for me, but I didn’t find anything special about the food either. What’s a mere Empyrean Palace in comparison?

“Who are you calling an idiot?” Seeing that he actually dared to call him names, Kyson slammed his hand on the table, seemingly on the verge of flipping his lid. Judging from his posture, he was going to get physical right away if Jonathan were to say a single word that displeased him.

“I said you’re an idiot!” Jonathan enunciated coldly.

“How dare you?” In a flash, Kyson grabbed a beer bottle and swung it at Jonathan’s head. If the bottle were to find its mark, the man would certainly end up with his head bashed in.

By then, the timider women had already screwed their eyes shut in fright.

Conversely, many of the men had their gazes fixated on Jonathan with anticipation shining brightly in their eyes, fervently hoping that he would be beaten up badly.

He’s just a gofer at a construction site, yet he dares to act brazenly at such a place? Does he have a death wish?

“You asked for it!”

Harrumphing, Jonathan lifted his right hand slightly. A mere second before the beer bottle in Kyson’s hand hit his head, he grabbed the man’s wrist.

As he applied a smidge of force, the snapping sound of bones breaking split the air.