A tattooed man around 6. 6 ft walked towards Bartholomew.
"Don't come over here!" Laura shouted, then took two steps forward and stood in front of her grandfather.
"Get out of my way!" One of the tattooed men pushed her away. Later, he walked up to Bartholomew and raised his hand to slap him.
"What are you doing? Stop!" A middle-aged voice sounded at the entrance of the mansion. It was from the current head of the Dawson family, Lee Dawson, followed by his wife and Laura's third uncle.
"When will you stop? Are you trying to drive our whole family to death?" Michelle Dawson, Laura's mother, shouted angrily.
"Father, are you okay?" Lee and his brother hurriedly approached the old man and asked.
"Nothing!" Bartholomew furrowed his brow and shook his head.
"Dad, these bastards are getting more and more outrageous. Let's call the police!" Laura said as she took out her phone from her pocket. But Jon took a few steps forward and slapped her. Laura was directly knocked down to the ground, with faint traces of blood at the corners of her mouth, and her phone slipped out of her hand.
"Little bitch, you are getting impatient with life, aren't you? Do you want to call the police? Do you believe that I can make you go to a club tonight and serve customers?"
"Laura!" Michelle shouted and quickly helped the girl up.
"Jon, I'm gonna compete with you!" David Dawson, Laura's uncle shouted and rushed towards Jon.
However, just as he had run out for only two steps, Jon quickly came forward to meet him. He swiftly put a dagger at David's throat. Although Jon was not a martial artist, he was a well-known figure in the underground world of Ozin because he had good skills and was notorious for being ruthless.
"What do you have to compete with me? If you dare, try moving again. Do you believe I can end your life right now?"
"Jon, calm down!" Lee shouted, "Let go of him first if you have something to say!"
Bang!
Jon kicked David down, causing the latter to roll on the ground several times. David spat out blood.
"I'm giving you a warning. If you dare to say anything again, I'll just kill you!" Jon glanced coldly at him.
Bartholomew was sitting in a wheelchair with a painful expression in his eyes and his eyes turned red. If he hadn't been injured, Jon together with his fellows wouldn't be capable to be his opponent. But now, apart from anger, he had no other way.
"Jon, this is over the top!" Lee spoke up.
"That's what I want. What can you do?"
"Do you think the Dawson family has no way to deal with you?" Lee responded angrily. "If you push us too far, we'll go down fighting!"
"Oh, I'm so scared." Jon sneered. "It's not that I underestimate you. Your family doesn't even have the qualifications to fight me to the death now!"
With that said, he pulled out a bank card and slammed it in Lee's face. "You came back just in time. That old man is stubborn, he won't listen to reason. Let me tell you, there's one million on this card for you. You have one hour to bring all the relevant documents and come with me to complete the transfer of ownership of your family's teahouse. Otherwise, all consequences will be at your own risk!"
"One million? They really can do anything." Lee scoffed. "Do you know how much that tea house plus the land is worth?"
"I don't care how much it's worth," Jon replied impatiently. "They're giving you a million whether or not you sell it!
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