Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 147 Buzz Cut

Around 10.00 PM, the bar was jam–packed.

Isabelle and Jimi occupied a booth, and there were already seven or eight empty bottles on the table.

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“Hey, there. You seem like you can handle your drinks. Want to join me for a drink? If I’m happy, I’ll foot the bill tonight.” a thin guy with a buzz cut came over, drink in hand.

He was trailed by seven or eight pals.

Isabelle and Jim paid him no mind, carrying on their chat and toasting, as though he didn’t exist.

Feeling snubbed, Buzz Cut felt awkward as his smile faded. He plonked himself down next to Isabelle. “Hey, pretty girl. Why are you ignoring me?” he asked, attempting to put his arm around Isabelle. “I’m not a creep. Just trying to make friends.”

But just as he reached out towards Isabelle’s shoulder, his wrist was grabbed by someone else.

He glanced over and met Jim’s smiley face.

“Buddy, keep your hands to yourself,” Jim said.

“I’m talking to her. Why are you butting in? Beat it it you know what’s good for you,” Buzz Cut shap irritated by Jim’s interference. He looked Jim up and down and found his suit jarring.

“I paid for this spot, and you’re telling me to scram?” Jim said while applying pressure to the guy’s wrist, lifting his arm over Isabelle’s head.

in pain, trying

anticipated Jim, who appeared delicate, to be so strong that he

the guy’s wrist was already bruised.

his sore wrist, his expression turning

got up

beside Jim, putting his arm around

do for a living?” he asked, adjusting

guys these days dress.

days dress up

sales?” he inquired.

girls at bars. You look sharp. Are you in real estate

your average lawyer.”

into laughter, his buddies joining in

shoulder a firm pat. His smile was still plastered on his face, but there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. “Damn. What a coincidence. Gang members like

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Buzz

that even legal?” Buzz Cut

faintly, quietly sipping

worried about losing your job if the word gets out? Weren’t you all

more.

and then have this pretty girl have drinks with me,

won’t

Cut burst into laughter again, giving Jim’s shoulder another

a chicken, huh?” Buzz Cut’s tone turned sinister. “Now you’re scared? Too late. You picked the wrong

Cut kept his arm around Jim’s shoulder,

getting a bit rowdy. Should