Casey turned to the outside and asked, "What's going on?"
Conor laughed bitterly and said, "Our recent development is gaining momentum. We have offended a lot of people. Some gangsters will come to make trouble from time to time. Just let Morgan solve it."
Morgan had already been itching for a fight. The bones on both hands clacked.
"Damn it! it just so happens that I am eager for a fight. So, I'll use them as sandbags."
Seeing the scene outside, Fat Guy immediately ran inside and said, "You guys go out. I have a stomachache and want to go to the bathroom. I will come later to support you."
Fat Guy was so cowardly that whenever he saw such a thing, he would hide first.
Conor and Morgan were used to it and didn't say anything. Casey didn't care. After all, Fat Guy was only the one he invited over to help Conor manage the accounts.
They walked out of the Starry Night Club and stood in front of more than twenty thugs.
The thugs were led by a young man with dyed yellow hair. Yellow Hair held an uncut machete in his hand and looked aggressive and excited.
"You guys, who is Conor West?" Yellow Hair asked.
Conor took a step forward and said, "It's me. What do you want?"
Yellow Hair examined Conor up and down, then sneered and said, "I have thought you are a great person. However, you just look like a pancake seller."
Casey and Morgan laughed out loud. Casey glanced at Conor and thought to himself that this Yellow Hair had a pretty good eye for people.
Conor's face turned ashen with outrage as he glared at Yellow Hair and said, "So, you guys are here to get yourselves killed?"
Yellow Hair curled his lip said, "We are here to replace you. Conor, who are you? You are nothing. There should be a place for us in J City. You are our steppingstone!"
"I'm not going to bully you. Hurry to call all your men out. Just the three of you is not enough to be our appetizer."
At this time, Morgan took a step forward and said, "The three of us are a little too much for you. I'll be enough to deal with you guys."
Yellow Hair looked at Morgan carefully and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Morgan Byrne. Have you never heard of me?" Morgan said.
Yellow Hair was shocked inside. He certainly had heard of Morgan, who was a ruthless person. But Yellow Hair did not know that Morgan was working with Conor. So, he thought Morgan was boasting.
"If you were Morgan, I'd be a member of the J City’s Gray family. Are you still boasting here? How can Morgan be here?" Yellow Hair said.
"That's right. Get over yourself. How can people like you bear comparison with others like Morgan?"
"Boss, beat him up and see if he still dares to impersonate someone else!"
A few men were also heckling.
Morgan's face sank. He did not expect that these people still did not believe him.
Now it was Conor's turn to laugh at Morgan. When Morgan laughed at him just now, he was quite upset. So, he seized this opportunity to laugh at Morgan.
At this time, one of the men standing beside Yellow Hair looked at Casey. He narrowed his eyes, and then said to Yellow Hair, "Boss, that man looks familiar. He seems to be the infamous trash in our J City."
Yellow Hair also stared at Casey and asked, "Trash? You mean the one named Casey?"
"Yes, it's him. I've seen him once before. Why is he here too?"
Yellow Hair looked at Casey and rolled his eyes, thinking that Casey, a loser, was here. So, the one who said he was Morgan must be a liar.
How could Morgan be with a trash like Casey? So, that man must be a fake.
"Damn it! It's really that notorious trash. Conor, it seems that we have overestimated you before. I didn't expect you men are such kind of trash." Yellow Hair laughed out loud.
"I can beat ten of these losers by myself. People all said that Conor was able to compete with Morgan. Now, it seems that it's just bragging."
"Casey, a trash like you even dares to challenge us. I advise you to run away now, or we will make you wet later."
…
Conor and Morgan turned to look at Casey, and then laughed. Now, all three of them were ridiculed. No one could laugh at others anyone.
Casey glared at them. They immediately stopped laughing. They didn't dare to say anything while Casey laughed at them. But if they laughed at Casey, they had to consider if they would be dealt with by Casey.
"Let's solve it quickly. Don't waste time on these insignificant things." Casey spoke.
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