Chapter 71 We Shall See
“From his accent, I don’t think he is a local!” Jory noted.
“Really?” The moment Charles heard that he was not a local, he sneered and no longer had any reservations. “Bring me to him. How dare he acts so brazenly in Jadeborough, our turf? He must be sick of living! Bring some men along! I’ll make certain today that he doesn’t leave this city alive! Let’s go!”
Following his order, all the young men in the private room grabbed beer bottles and made to rush out.
Jonathan, however, merely sat there indifferently from beginning to end as though he didn’t see anything.
Seeing that, the contempt in Emmeline’s eyes intensified.
“Aren’t you going?” Charles asked, abruptly halting in his tracks and swinging his gaze at Jonathan despite having reached the door.
“Nope,” Jonathan declined without an ounce of hesitation. “It’s getting late, so I should be going home.”
I’ve got no interest in a brawl between some snot-nosed kids!
“Just admit that you’re afraid! Why are you making excuses?” Charles scoffed upon hearing that. “What a coward! I really don’t understand what Emmeline likes about you! Never mind. Just stay here and be a chicken if you’re afraid. Everyone else, come with me!”
After saying that, he charged toward the door with the others.
Nonetheless, Jonathan acted as though he didn’t hear him at all, not even making a move to get to his feet.
“Just leave by yourself if you want to do so! I’m not leaving!” Emmeline abruptly snapped when she saw that he was still as useless as before.
The kind of person whom I disdain most in my life is someone like him, timid and cowardly! He doesn’t even seem like a man!
“Forget about him, Emmeline. With Charles here, everything will be fine!” Nana held her back and threw Jonathan a glacial look, her eyes brimming with distaste.
Ugh! A weak and spineless guy like him is really loathsome!
No sooner had her words fallen than Jonathan glanced at the door placidly and murmured, “There’s no need to go out anymore.”
“What?”
In a flash, everyone jerked their heads back and stared at him, not quite comprehending his meaning.
“They’re coming over,” Jonathan explained mildly.
Just when he had finished speaking, a thundering bang split the air. The private room door was kicked open from the outside. In the next second, a plump man stalked in with a dozen lackeys.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he kicked Jory in the stomach.
With that blow, the man was knocked back to the ground.
“Why, you still want to make a run for it, kid?” The plump man held two walnuts in his hands which he kept clenching and releasing. He wore an imperious expression on his face.
“It was him, Mr. Goldberg! It was this da*n fatty who beat me up!” Jory pointed at the plump man. He struggled up from the ground while clutching his stomach after having been kicked to the ground.
Slap!
A mere second after his words rang out, the plump man struck him across the face, causing blood to trickle out the corners of his mouth. “Watch your mouth!”
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