Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Furthermore, the tattoo of Firewolf Chamber of Commerce’s logo on Stallion’s arm revolted Casper.

“Haha, you’re really something! Take the money out and show us, then! If you’re lying, don’t blame me for what I’m going to do to you next!” Stallion hollered, laughing so hard that tears were running down his face. At that moment, however, Stallion paused and waved his lackeys over, who proceeded to surround Casper. Several youths were already brandishing their fists, ready to strike at the first hint of Casper’s failure.

“Don’t worry. I’ll pay every cent. You’ll have to answer a few questions first, though,” Casper replied.

He pointed at the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce tattoo on Stallion’s arm, then fixed Stallion with a piercing gaze.

“Do you know what that is? It’s the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce’s logo! Only someone of significant standing within it like me would have it. Why are you asking about it?” Stallion proudly declared as he rolled up his sleeve to exhibit the tattoo. A look of suspicion, however, soon crossed Stallion’s face.

“Nothing much. Someone else I know named Tyson has a similar tattoo on his arm. Do you know him?” Casper asked.

“He’s my bro… Wait, are you going to pay up or not? What’s with all these sudden questions? I’ll beat you up!” Stallion yelled aggressively. He was convinced that Casper was merely trying to distract them from the present situation. After all, Stallion thought they’d wasted too much time at the restaurant. He should have been out at the nightclub partying with his ill-gotten gains long ago.

Tyson was, in fact, only an acquaintance of Stallion’s. However, Stallion had no qualms borrowing the fearsome name of Tyson and the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce to facilitate his collection of the protection money.

“Stallion, stop being such a bully. Even if your father is the Boss of this area, there’s no need for you to barge in here trying to prove yourself. Steed told us before that he wouldn’t collect protection money from our stall,” Larry said.

Growing up, Stallion had heard from his father about the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce’s dominance. Even Steed himself was not exempt from deferring to that gang. Stallion had thus liberally used the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce’s name to coerce protection money from the business owners in his area.

At the mention of his father, Stallion’s face immediately grew thunderous. He glowered at Larry, roaring, “Old man, are you looking for trouble? Do you think that bringing up my Dad’s name will make me think twice? I’ll collect the protection money any way I want!”

He raised his fist and hurled it vehemently at Larry’s head.

Before Stallion’s fist could land on its intended target, however, Casper had seized Stallion’s forearm with an iron grip. Try as he might, Stallion found himself unable to break away.

“Weren’t you asking for money? Why the need to resort to violence?” Casper demanded. He flung Stallion’s arm away and flashed him a wry smile. “Here, take the money and get lost!”

As he spoke, Casper fished out a coin from his pocket and flicked it towards Stallion.

Thinking that it was a valuable object, Stallion raced forward and caught it excitedly. His face, however, turned purple with wrath when he saw that it was a single coin.

“How dare you trick me? The rest of you…” Stallion spluttered, apoplectic. Before Stallion could issue the rest of his command, however, he abruptly felt his body being propelled into the air.

gut. Moments later, Stallion

that had been dumped there

the most,” Casper muttered to himself inside the restaurant. He brushed off his hands and peered at

the first to recover his wits amongst those present

pouring from Stallion’s nose, and the

on Stallion! You’re asking

of youths whipped themselves up into a frenzy. Impulsively, they rushed forward, brandishing their clenched

as she saw the youths fast

eyed the youths lazily and dismissed them individually with a single kick or blow before they even had

before the entire group rolling about on the floor, clutching their sides and

my supper

helter-skelter. As they passed Stallion, who still lay in a heap on the trash, they frantically pulled him

punk, you’d better watch out! I’ll never let this matter rest!

swore to himself that he would never cross

that he would have the privilege of witnessing Stallion, that arrogant brute, humiliated right in Larry’s own

here quickly. Stallion will be sure to bring his father back to seek revenge,” Larry said worriedly. He could endure poverty but could not bear to see Casper and Elena

won’t dare to fight back, but he’ll vent his anger on Mr. Langston!” At the mention of revenge, the thought suddenly struck Elena. She glanced

soid os he wrenched his shoulder out of Stollion’s grip. After oll, Stollion’s greosy fingers were

of Commerce’s logo on Stollion’s orm revolted

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Tyson hos o similor

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fother is the Boss of this oreo, there’s no need for you to borge in here trying to prove yourself. Steed told us

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his fist ond hurled

Stollion’s fist could lond on its intended torget, however, Cosper hod seized Stollion’s foreorm with on iron grip. Try

to resort to violence?” Cosper demonded. He flung Stollion’s orm owoy ond floshed him o wry smile. “Here, toke the