The Legendary Man novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548 Summerbank Abyss

In a private room on the top floor of Mirage Plaza in the city center of Summerbank, a meeting between two men was taking place.

A young man with a pale face was leaning against the couch. Sitting opposite him was a bald man who wore a thick gold chain on his neck, and the man was puffing a cigar and crossing his legs as he stared at the former.

“I’m just trying to survive in Summerbank, Hubert. As you can see, I’ve not crossed anyone ever since I took control of Mirage Plaza.”

The young man lifted a bottle of wine to respectfully pour the bald Hubert a glass, putting on a gleeful smile the whole time. “As for what happened here back then, I wasn’t aware of the rules at that time. I’ll gulp this down as a token of apology.”

Upon finishing that sentence, the young man picked the bottle of wine up and began swigging one mouthful after another. In a matter of seconds, that entire bottle of wine worth more than a hundred thousand went down the young man’s belly. Hubert let out a chuckle as he saw the young man’s demeanor.

“Are you trying to role-play for a film or something, Ryan? Rules are rules. They were never meant to be broken. Do you really think that you can shirk responsibility for bending the rules simply by knocking back a bottle of wine? Why wasn’t I ever learned of such a liberty?”

Hearing Hubert’s words, Ryan wiped the corner of his own lips and sat on top of the bar table, placing the red wine bottle on his knee. A cackle escaped from his mouth on the spot.

“I’ve traveled to all sorts of places, all the way from Lumonburg to Summerbank, Hubert. I truly come in peace and—”

Before Ryan could finish saying his piece, the door to the private room was pushed wide open with brute force. “Boss! Bad news…”

A burly man staggered into the room, following the opening of the door. Ryan raised his leg and hurled a hard kick right at that burly man’s chest. With that, the burly man who weighed more than two hundred pounds was sent flying backward, eventually crashing to the floor outside.

“How dare you be so rude! Didn’t you see I’m having a discussion with Hubert? Learn how to knock,” hollered Ryan as he fixed his gaze on the burly man in the corridor.

At that very juncture, Hubert’s visage became all the grimmer. What a load of crap! That Ryan isn’t even trying to lecture his subordinate. He’s clearly showing off before me.

Suffering a kick from Ryan that abruptly, the burly man was dumbfounded. Yet, he didn’t have the courage to allow even a hint of displeasure to creep up his face when facing his superior.

That would make sense, for prior to that, Ryan had slaughtered the previous owner of Mirage Plaza before his subordinate’s very eyes, just so he could be in charge of Mirage Plaza instead.

His cruel and merciless means of handling things would instill fear into even the most ruthless man’s heart. The burly man then scrambled back into the room, clenching an already deformed metal pole in his hand.

“Boss, I-I bumped into someone exactly like you…” came the burly man’s utterance as his lips quivered. Concurrently, Hubert threw the cigar in his hand into the wineglass.

“I request that you spend some time to ponder, Ryan. I couldn’t care less about what a legendary being you are, but if you intend to gain a foothold here in Summerbank, you’d have to play by our rules!”

Boom! With a deafening banging sound, Hubert was seen covering his head, wailing in excruciating pain on the floor. Outside the door, Hubert’s men heard the noise and wasted no time hustling into the room.

Alas, they were too little, too late. All they could see was Ryan locking Hubert’s body and stabbing consecutively the latter’s neck with a broken piece of the wine bottle.

The carpet was awash with blood in seconds. Hubert was gone with the wind in no time at all, his hands still covering his own neck. Ryan rose to his feet before wiping ever so casually the bloodstain on both of his hands.

“You should’ve waited patiently but not intervened while other people are having an exchange. Is this how the leader of a pack ought to behave? Where the hell have all your manners gone to?”

Gazing at Hubert, whose eyes remained open when he breathed his last, Ryan was all smiles.

He then pointed at Hubert’s lackeys in the room and commanded, “You there! Take this body away. Oh! By the way, inform all the other big shots in Summerbank that they’re more than welcome to cut a deal with me.”

Immediately afterward, Ryan averted his gaze altogether, paying the horde of minions no heed. Instead, he crouched down and sidled up to the burly man, who was still lying on the ground at that point in time.

Grabbing the metal pole, Ryan scrutinized the crystal clear palm print on it.

“Someone exactly like me, huh? How interesting…”

Behind Triplex Manifesta, there was a huge, flat boulder that was tens of square meters in size.

Below that very boulder was an abyss as deep as a bottomless pit.