Chapter 205 - 204: Disturbed My Meal_l

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Although Roosevelt Shaw was always worried about dragging Octavius Abbott and the others down and kept urging them to leave, Octavius Abbott refused to go under any circumstances, insisting on finishing their meal first.

Unable to persuade Octavius, Roosevelt Shaw hurried to finish grilling the skewers, hoping they could quickly finish eating and leave.

He wanted to avoid trouble when Jett arrived with his gang, so as not to get his old friends involved.

Just as Roosevelt Shaw served up twenty skewers, the sound of car engines roared outside the food stall,

and then two Wuling Hongguangs stopped at the entrance, with over twenty people jumping out from inside.

These people were holding clubs, clearly experienced, and the aura of violence around them was much stronger than that of Jett and his men.

“Roosevelt Shaw, you’ve got some nerve, huh?”

A middle-aged man in a floral shirt, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, emerged from the crowd.

“Remus Smith, you go too far! The old local vendors are just trying to make a living, and you guys come here extorting ‘sanitation fees’! And five thousand at that, are you robbing us?”

Roosevelt Shaw Imew that being timid wasn’t going to solve the problem; he became incredibly confrontational.

Behind him, his wife was holding Lory Shaw, looking somewhat clueless.

Through the earlier small talk, Julius Reed and his companions learned that this man was named Remus Smith.

Half a year ago, Remus Smith came here with his people, demanding a monthly “sanitation fee” from everyone.

If any vendor refused to pay, he would bring his men to smash their carts in the street, even to the point where they couldn’t do business anymore.

Over time, a portion of the better-off businesses begrudgingly paid up, while those with thin margins simply packed up and left to seek livelihoods

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It wasn’t that no one had thought of resisting; previously, the owner of a grilled cold noodle stall had fought Remus Smith’s men and ended up in the hospital. Since then, no one dared to resist.

“Mr. Marsh, I thought we’d give you some face, seeing as we’re all from the same neighborhood! But you, you truly don’t appreciate it! Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Remus Smith’s face showed a ferocious look as he threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out: “Smash it!”

Crash!

A few thugs barged into the place and started flipping over the tables.

When they saw Julius Reed and his group sitting and enjoying their meal, the thugs were temporarily taken aback.

Usually, the patrons would run off at the first sign of trouble.

And here they were, still in the mood to eat?

“Get out! We’re closing up!”

One of them approached the table, shouting impatiently.

“The boss hasn’t said we’re closing. What are you, anyway? Scram! Can’t you see I’m eating here?”

Julius Reed didn’t even look up; after taking a bite of a lamb skewer, he couldn’t help but praise, “Mr. Marsh has great skills, give me fifty more skewers!”

“Indeed, would I keep coming otherwise!”

Octavius Abbott licked his lips, still wanting more. “Hey! Are you taking my words for a fart?”

The thug raised his eyebrows, filled with rage.

To completely ignore him was such a sign of disrespect!

His anger rising, he moved to flip the table, “I told you to eat!”

But as soon as his hand touched the table, it was caught by Allen: “What are you doing, buddy?”

“Ouch!”

Allen’s grip was strong, causing the thug to scream in pain and even fall to his knees beside the table.

“Big guy, what are you doing? Can’t afford skewers, so kneeling to beg?”

Julius Reed laughed, shoved a bone in the thug’s mouth: “Take your time eating! Dogs love bones!”

“Ptooey! ”

The thug quickly spat out the bone, cursing, “You sons of bitches…” Smack!

Allen slapped the thug across the face, gripping his wrist tightly, and asked through clenched teeth, “What, you ungrateful for the bone our boss gave you?” This commotion stunned Roosevelt Shaw and the others.

Even the other thugs who were smashing up the place stopped and watched what was happening here.

“Ouch! On this street, someone dares to mess with my brother?”

Remus Smith laughed lightly, touched his head, and shouted to his men, “Let him understand who Alton Bread is!”

“Alright!”

The punks readied themselves, crowding around one by one.

“Boss Davenport, didn’t you say you wouldn’t get involved?”

Ives Abbott blinked and looked at Julius Reed.

Just a moment ago he was preaching a bunch of morals, so why was he helping now?

If she didn’t have Boss Davenport’s approval, she was not going to let Miguel Abbott do as he pleased.

In the past few days at the Pearl on the Water, she had seen everything very

“Do I need a reason to do what I do?”

Julius Reed looked up at Ives Abbott.

The latter was initially stunned, then burst into laughter.

However, to the punks, this seemed like blatant mockery.

In this area, they were used to being the tough guys; this was the first time someone had so blatantly disregarded them. “Brothers, don’t recognize Alton…”

Whoosh!

The leader approached the table, had barely spoken half a sentence when

Allen’s fist slammed into his face, instantly splattering blood everywhere.

“Can’t you see we’re eating? Get lost!”

Being Octavius’ personal bodyguard required substantial strength.

It was only because he had encountered such an abnormal opponent earlier that he found himself in an incredibly awkward situation.

Now, dealing with a bunch of punks was child’s play for him.

“You’re asking for it!”

Seeing their brother hit, the rest of the punks charged over with wooden clubs raised.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Allen grabbed one punk’s hand, snatched the wooden club straight away, and fiercely swung it at the heads of several others!

These punks usually got by just by intimidating their neighbors; although they had some fighting ability, they were no match for Allen!

A few strikes and there was already a group knocked down on the ground.

“This…”

Not only Roosevelt Shaw but even Remus Smith, who stood at the entrance, were stunned.

One against ten, and it seemed effortless.

He had met his match!

“Do you know who I am? You dare to attack my people?”

Regaining his senses, Remus Smith immediately showed his true colors,

“You must be new here? You little bastard, are you blind!”

He said, threatening them.

“Trying to have a meal here, why are there always dogs barking? Go, shut him

Julius Reed threw his chopsticks down on the table and wiped his mouth: “Such a turn-off!”

“Understood ! ”

Allen nodded respectfully, picked up a chair, and walked towards Remus Smith.

“What are you trying to do!”

Seeing Allen approach aggressively, Remus Smith felt somewhat frightened.

“Trash him!”

He shouted, but the people nearby lost all the sharpness they had when they got out of the car.

At that moment, they all stood frozen, their minds preoccupied with who knows what.

“A bunch of good-for-nothings!”

Remus Smith steeled his heart, grabbed a wooden club, and rushed at Allen!

Whoosh!

Allen delivered a flying kick, sending him tumbling to the ground, then the chair in his hands came crashing down heavily!