Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 149 Calling Branch Leader

Trouble.

She turned to Jim. “You calling, or should I?”

Before Jim could reply, the scar–faced guy struggled to his feet.

“Kid, which gang are you with? Do you even know who we are?”

Jim calmly said, “A lawyer, a student.”

Scar–faced guy said, “Lawyer, student, you’ve got guts. I’m with the Triad. If you dare mess with the Triad and walk out of this bar tonight, I’ll give you my head to use as a chamber pot.”

The scar–faced guy barked at his underlings, “Go get all the guys from the nearby spots over here.”

Isabelle was about to pull out her phone to call for backup, but when she heard “Triad,” she laughed and put her phone away.

She said, “Okay, you make the call.”

Jim, a bit annoyed, muttered, “What kind of luck is this?”

Then he pulled out his phone.

Seeing Jim make a call, the scar–faced guy thought he was scared.

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He sneered, “Let’s see who you can call. Even if you get the King of Heaven, you won’t save your neck tonight.”

number and said,

standing nearby, heard Jim say “Jareth” and immediately fell silent.

leader

guys are blocking me. Come over and sort this out,” Jim said, then

scar–faced guy frowned, a bad feeling creeping up on him.

he just seemed like a smart

the call was just a

with machetes and batons at their feet, but

how’s college life treating you?

friends catching up, a few drinks in, and the

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them casually clink glasses and chat even though they were in serious trouble. His anger

clenched the machete tighter with a menacing look in his eyes, thinking he’d have

reinforcements arrived.

group of guys from

They came over.

a flash, the bar was swarming with

the counter. Instead, he

you step into our world, make sure you know who we are, the Triad. Otherwise, you might end up dead without a clue.

us. But since you’ve got guts, I’ll spare you from being torn

“Get them!”

as the scar–faced man’s voice fell, another

instantly. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard his comrades behind him shouting, “Idris, Idris.”

split up, making

scar–faced man caught the sight and was taken

and said, “What brings you here?”

fairly well, shot him a fierce glare that could kill him.

as he realized that his usually powerful Idris was now following behind another person

person oddly familiar. Upon a closer look, he felt his legs give out. He immediately said to

wondered why this incident had stirred