Chapter 18 - 17 Arrogant Jaxen Brandon 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Crack! ”

The sound of bones breaking was unmistakably clear.

Silas Cook curled up on the ground, his body involuntarily twitching.

Meanwhile, several of his underlings were wailing non-stop, their bodies covered in blood.

Everyone looked at Julius Reed with eyes that saw a monster.

When had this usually silent and unremarkable loser become so powerful?

Quella Radcliffe sat in her chair, her gaze vacant.

Living in the same house with him for three years, she suddenly felt that she had never truly understood Julius Reed.

As a wife, she indeed failed.

But she shouldn’t be completely ignorant about her own husband.

The current Julius Reed was utterly different from before.

“Don’t you like drinking? Want to drink until you’re satisfied?”

Julius Reed squatted over Silas Cook’s head and casually opened a bottle of beer.

“Big brother, I was wrong…”

Silas Cook’s breathing was rapid, his face already turning purplish.

This kick had broken at least two of his ribs.

A true man knows better than to eat the loss before his eyes; he planned to feign compliance for now and then call for revenge after getting out. “Don’t stop! I’ll keep you company today until you’ve had your fill!” Julius Reed poured the beer into Silas Cook’s mouth, forcing him to drink it.

Soon, a bottle of beer was empty.

Julius Reed took out another bottle, cracked it open, and poured it down Silas Cook’s throat all at once.

“Big brother… I was wrong… I can’t, I can’t drink anymore…”

Silas Cook rolled onto his side on the ground, vomiting non-stop.

The beer poured down too quickly, creating bubbles in his stomach instantly, making him unable to stop vomiting.

But before he could finish, Julius Reed once again poured beer into his mouth.

“That’s too much…

The onlookers swallowed and felt a chill up their spines.

This was no longer the Julius Reed who was bullied on daily basis; he was like a living Yama!

In a blink, ten bottles of beer had been emptied.

Silas Cook lay on the ground with a pale face, in agony.

Now he truly wished for death. He’d rather die once and for all than suffer any longer.

His stomach was churning as if it were being turned upside down, and he felt a cramp-like agony.

“Such a small capacity for alcohol, and you talk about drinking to your heart’s content!”

Julius Reed stood up, stepping on Silas Cook’s face.

“My woman, you dared ask her to drink?”

In that moment, an intense killing intent radiated from him.

But Quella Radcliffe’s eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears.

Wasn’t this what she wanted?

To have someone stand in front of her when she was in trouble, shouldering everything for her.

In three years, she had never thought that person would be Julius Reed.

The husband whom everyone looked down upon, labeling him as a worthless loser.

At last, she couldn’t restrain her inner emotions any longer and burst into tears at the table.

Three years of grievances were released in that moment.

“Julius, thank you.”

Quella Radcliffe said silently in her heart.

That line ‘My woman, you also dared to ask her to drink?’ , wasn’t it also meant for everyone present?

For three years, these people made life difficult for her, bullying Quella Radcliffe whenever possible.

Now, Julius Reed was using this method to warn everyone.

My woman is not to be bullied by anyone!

Just then, one of the underlings seemed to remember something, his face turning instantly pale.

He leaned into Silas Cook’s ear and said in a trembling voice, “Black Bear seemed to be in trouble because he offended this guy…”

That day, when Julius Reed went looking for Aron Jackson at the Copper Sparrow Platform, this underling happened to be nearby. It all happened so suddenly that he hadn’t recalled it until now.

“What!”

Silas Cook’s pupils contracted sharply, feeling as if all energy had been drained from his body.

Taking advantage of this gap, another underling with lighter injuries took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the people downstairs.

At that moment, Jaxen Brandon and his group were drinking downstairs.

Today marked his twenty-sixth birthday, and many rich second generations from Gonzalez City rushed over to celebrate.

Since the private room couldn’t accommodate everyone, Jaxen Brandon simply booked the entire first floor to drink and make merry with his brothers.

The Brandon Family of Gonzalez City, genuine heavyvveights with countless assets, had deep connections with many big shots.

And as the only son of the Brandon Family, Jaxen Brandon became the focus of everyone’s flattery.

While everyone was drinking, a young man quietly came to Jaxen Brandon’s side and whispered a few words into his ear.

“What!”

Jaxen Brandon placed the wine glass on the table, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

“Boss, what happened?”

Several young people closest to him sensed something amiss and quickly asked.

Silas Cook was beaten up upstairs!”

Jaxen Brandon snorted lightly and said to everyone at the table with a laugh, “Silas Cook has drunk with me after all, and I, Jaxen Brandon, cannot sit by and ignore this.”

He slowly stood up, and someone immediately draped a coat over his shoulders.

“That’s right, our Jaxen Brandon is known for his outstanding loyalty. Who in Gonzalez City doesn’t know that?”

“Can’t believe someone dared to stir trouble under the tiger’s nose!”

The young men immediately exploded into chatter.

They had gone through several rounds of drinks, with each displaying a drunken face, now more impulsive than ever.

With Jaxen Brandon here, no matter who the other party was, they’d merely end up getting beaten.

“Shall we go then?”

Jaxen Brandon’s face always bore a smile, indifferent to anyone else’s status before him.

The reputation of being the foremost young master of Gonzalez City wasn’t given for nothing.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, he could show off his capability while also looking generous and loyal.

Why wouldn’t he relish the opportunity?

Moreover, in Jaxen Brandon’s view, this was purely a bit of fun for himself.

“Let’s go!”

Dozens of people swaggered toward the Emperor Hall.

Bang!

The doors to the Emperor Hall were kicked open for the second time.

“Heard someone hit my friend?”

Jaxen Brandon strolled leisurely into the private room, a coat draped over him and a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes never looking directly at anyone inside the room.

After saying that, dozens of people suddenly poured in.

These people were seething with murderous intent, reeking of alcohol.

The Radcliffe Group employees, no longer in the mood to eat, sat in their chairs trembling with fear.

Who would’ve thought the dinner would be disturbed by monsters!

Even though they hadn’t guessed Jaxen Brandon’s identity, the atmosphere alone was enough to tell they weren’t dealing with someone easygoing.

“Silas Cook, what happened!”

Jaxen Brandon looked down to see Silas Cook lying on the ground.

At that moment, Silas Cook’s face was pale, and broken beer bottles were scattered around him.

The others weren’t faring any better, each writhing in pain on the floor. “Mr. Brandon, I fell on my own… it’s nothing!”

Silas Cook took a deep breath, trying to squeeze out a smile on his face.

He certainly knew about the Dominating Tiger affair.

If he offended Julius Reed again, he might just get eliminated by Aron Jackson himself.

As soon as he uttered these words, not only were the people from the Radcliffe Family taken aback, but Jaxen Brandon himself was also startled.

Beaten up like that and not daring to let out a single fart, was this the same Silas Cook who was known for his daring and combativeness?

“With me here, what are you afraid of? Even if it were the emperor himself who hit you, I’d make him kneel and apologize to you,” Jaxen Brandon said gravely, and he did have the capability to do so.

The implicature was for Silas Cook to speak up boldly without worry.

“Mr. Brandon, I really was just being careless!”

Silas Cook insisted strenuously.

He had managed to send a text to Dominating Tiger without others noticing, hoping to make amends for his mistakes.

Given the magnitude of the incident, Jaxen Brandon would surely take action.

In the whole of Gonzalez City, probably only Aron Jackson could hold his ground against Jaxen Brandon.

“Then let’s assume for the moment that this has to do with everyone present,”

Jaxen Brandon flicked the cigarette butt from his hand, gestured, and said,

“Let’s start with the ones on the left, one by one. I refuse to believe we can’t get answers out of them!”

“Yes!”

Several young men stepped forward, heading towards the Radcliffe Group employees..