Chapter 939 A Little Friction Is Commonplace

“Buddy, a little friction and tension within a bar is commonplace. Don't you think resorting to physical violence like this seems a bit excessive?” Jedidiah began.

Observing the sorry state of his subordinates sprawled on the ground, he deduced that Donald must also possess martial skills.

Jedidiah, cognizant of not wanting to antagonize such individuals, proposed to Donald, “How about this? If you provide me with three hundred thousand, we can regard today's incident as resolved.”

“Three hundred thousand?” Emmett retorted defiantly. “I'll give you three hundred thousand, but I'm going to cripple that brat's hand no matter what!”

Emmett wasn't lacking in financial resources.

He and his companions had been subjected to Donald's physical prowess. What they were forfeiting wasn't money, but their dignity. Hence, when Jedidiah proposed that Donald resolve the situation with a payment of three hundred thousand, Emmett was the first to voice his dissent.

Jedidiah turned his gaze toward Emmett and remarked, “Mr. Speight, it's important to approach matters with reason, don't you think? I'm not fully informed about the details yet, but our establishment is equipped with surveillance cameras. If you genuinely believe you've been wronged, why don't we access the surveillance footage and examine it closely?”

Emmett was no fool. Upon comprehending Jedidiah's implied caution, he clenched his teeth and responded, “Very well, three hundred thousand it is. You got lucky today, kid. If we were anywhere else, I'd ensure you didn't make it to see another day!”

Emmett had already agreed to this settlement arrangement as a gesture of respect toward the United Hearts Society.

responded with nonchalance, “I don't have money, but I do have a life. There's no need to

his right

who was positioned nearby, swiftly caught the

at that moment, Emmett's life could have genuinely been in

Emmett's legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground with

“Hey, buddy, it's a small matter, isn't it? Don't you think

hundred thousand is no small matter to me.” Donald signaled with a beckoning finger. “Quit lingering and chattering. If you're up for a fight, let's get

overseen the bar for so long, Jedidiah had never

drew a baton from his waist, took a swift stride forward, and directed a forceful swing toward Donald's head. Given Donald's obstinacy, he needed to impart a lesson today, regardless of the

like this, Donald

he doesn't even activate his force field in

to Jedidiah, who conducted himself

pristine to begin with. Who could ascertain how many reprehensible acts Jedidiah had perpetrated while functioning as an enforcer

baton poised to

a swift display of a sidekick, Donald launched Jedidiah, suspended mid-air, hurtling

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