The Legendary Man Chapter 72
The Legendary Man
Chapter 72 Get Down On Your Knees After a few minutes had passed, the private room door was kicked open with a bang.
A menacing-looking bald man with a tattoo of a savage wolf on his neck strode into the private room.
As soon as he entered, Charles frantically wailed, âYouâre here, Mr. Fenrir!â
âWho had you kneeling here?â When Fenrir saw Charles on his knees while clutching his stomach, he frowned and swept a gaze over the crowd. His gaze stilling on the plump man, he demanded, âWas it you, Fatty?â
âSo what if it was me?â the plump man drawled, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
âDo you know whose territory this is? Do you have a death wish that you dare make trouble in my territory?â Fenrir wasnât the least bit afraid though a dozen lackeys with guns in their hands stood behind the plump man.
Countless people died at my hands throughout the years, so thereâs nothing to fear about a few guns!
âYour territory?â Hearing that, the plump man scoffed. With derision etched on his face, he remarked, âIâve only heard that Jadeborough is Harrison Seymourâs territory. When did it become yours? Why, is he currently indisposed that youâre the law in this city now?â
Harrison Seymour?
When Fenrir heard that name, his expression abruptly changed. âYouâre acquainted with Mr.
Seymour?â
âWhat do you think?â Without even deigning to spare him a glance, the plump man took out his phone and made a call. A minute later, Harrisonâs familiar voice drifted out of the phone. âHave you run into some trouble, Mr. Hearnshaw?â
The moment his voice rang out, the entire room plunged into deathly silence.
Perhaps Fenrirâs reputation was exceedingly acclaimed, but compared to Harrison, he was nothing.
After all, Harrison was the uncrowned king of Jadeboroughâs underground circles, dubbed the most ruthless man in Jadeborough.
In other words, one might escape with oneâs life intact if one were to offend the Blackwood family in Jadeborough.
But if one were to offend Harrison, one would definitely die a ghastly death with nothing remaining for a burial.
âYeah, I ran into some trouble.â The plump man known as Pablo Hearnshaw took a puff of his cigar before expounding with a chuckle. âSomeone told me that Jadeborough is his territory and even said that I wonât be leaving this city alive if I dare make trouble here. Say, Mr. Seymour, is Jadeborough your territory or someone elseâs?â
âWhoâs that person?â Harrisonâs voice turned distinctly chilly.
âFenrir Black!â Pablo replied with a snicker. The moment Fenrir heard Harrisonâs voice from the other end of the phone, such stark struck him that his legs went weak.
Others might not recognize that voice, but he was all too familiar with it.
âHand the phone to him, please.â Suppressing his wrath, Harrison asked Pablo to pass the phone to Fenrir. When Pablo handed it to Fenrir, he put the call on speaker.
âMr. Seymourâ¦â Fenrirâs voice was even quivering as he spoke.
âAre you sick of living, Fenrir? Do you know who Mr. Hearnshaw is? Heâs visiting Jadeborough this time to collaborate with me on a project worth several hundred million! If you ruin things for me, you wonât be seeing the sunrise tomorrow!â
âMr. Seymour, Iâ¦â Fenrir wanted to defend himself, but Harrison didnât give him that opportunity at all.
A beep sounded as the latter hung up the phone.
At once, the entire room became eerily silent.
Everyone had their gazes fixated on Fenrir, noticing that the manâs hand that gripped the phone was trembling slightly.
âFenrir, do you have the final say in Jadeborough, or is it Harrison who has the final say?â Pablo regarded Fenrir with a smile though the expression on his face was provocative.
âOf course, itâs Mr. Seymour!â Fenrir made his choice at lightning speed.
My influence in Jadeborough is indeed substantial, what with my connections to the authorities and triads. But what does that matter? How would I dare go head to head with Harrison? Thatâs just courting death! If not for him, Iâll be a nobody in Jadeborough!
âMr. Hearnshaw, this is simply a misunderstanding. Itâs just a mix-up on my part as I didnât know that weâre both on the same side!â He forced a smile onto his baleful countenance. âHow about this? Iâll down three glasses as an apology!â
After saying that, he snagged the beer on the table. Without ado, he downed three glasses in a row.
When he had finished all three glasses, he turned to Pablo and inquired, âWas that satisfactory, Mr.
Hearnshaw?â
âYeah.â Pablo nodded approvingly since Fenrir had shown him great respect. âHow about this? As long as you donât interfere in this matter tonight, Iâll forget all about the incident earlier.â
Phew!
Hearing that, Fenrir breathed a sigh of relief.
I was just afraid that he wouldnât compromise. That would be troublesome, then!
âCome over here, Charles!â He then beckoned at Charles, ordering, âCome here and apologize to Mr.
Hearnshaw!â
âMr. Fenrirâ¦â
Charles wore an aggrieved expression.
I called him so that heâll come and teach this da*n fatty a lesson! Unexpectedly, not only has my plan failed, but I even have to apologize to the latter instead?
âCome here!â At the sight of his dawdling, Fenrir kicked him in the stomach and grabbed his hair, dragging him over to Pablo. âMr. Hearnshaw, heâs my friendâs son, and Iâve watched him grow up. He only offended you because he didnât know better. Could you please do me a favor and let him off the hook today?â
âThatâs not a problem,â Pablo continued, looking down at Charles, âbut he has to prostrate himself before me as an apology. Then, Iâll forget about the incident today.â
âNo way!â
That was Charlesâ first reaction upon hearing his stipulation.
Is he serious? If I were to prostrate myself before him today and apologize, how am I going to show my face in public in the future? And how am I going to hold my head up in school?
âOh yes?â Pablo gazed at him coldly before he raised his head and looked at Fenrir. âLook, Fenrir, itâs not that I donât want to do you this favor, but heâs unwilling to cooperate.â
âStop spouting nonsense!â At his remark, Fenrir whipped a gun out and held it to Charlesâ head, threatening, âAre you going to your knees or not?â
âMr. Fenrir!â
Seeing the gun pointed at him, Charlesâ knees went weak.
Never had he seen such a scene in his twenty odd years of life.
âGet down on your knees!â Fenrir didnât bother yakking with him anymore but kicked him right away.
Charles instantly fell to his knees in front of Pablo.
âThis is more like it!â When Pablo saw Charles on his knees before him, he took a puff of his cigar with a grin. Then, he puffed a cloud of smoke onto the latterâs face. âKid, open your eyes wider next time and stay away from those you canât afford to offend. Do you hear me?â
âY-Yes!â
Charles gritted his teeth as he remained on his knees, mortification clear on his face.
Argh! Iâve been thoroughly humiliated today! I have never expected that the bigwig in my eyes, Fenrir, would be a nobody before this da*n fatty! And he calls himself a big fish? Heâs even lowlier than a fish!
âIf so, get out of here!â As soon as Pablo waved a hand, Charles immediately struggled to his feet while clutching his stomach. Lowering his head, he made to rush out the door.
He was just halfway there when Pablo stopped the rest of the people behind him. âI said he could leave, but I didnât say that the lot of you could do the same.â
After he had said that, he pointed at Sharonâs boyfriend and commanded, âBreak his legs and throw him down from the third floor!â