Chapter 133: The Uncle is Too Handsome

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Chapter 133 of "The Supreme Soldier in the City" opens introducing the plot: Chapter 133: Chapter 133: The Uncle is Too HandsomeJames Brown also laughed and said, "Seriously,... Continue exploring!

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: The Uncle is Too HandsomeJames Brown also laughed and said, "Seriously, you gave me quite a scare. I was afraid you’d misunderstand." Emily Lopez gently swayed her legs and said with a smile, "People like Brother-in-law, even if they look ordinary on the outside, there will be countless people who will discover that he is a pearl covered in dust. So, it’s normal for some bees and butterflies to flock to him." James Brown touched his nose and chuckled, "Where have I often seen this phrase?" "Giggle, I usually come across some rather narcissistic people who say this when I’m chatting on QQ." James Brown suddenly felt a wave of dismay, "Alright, I’m narcissistic." Emily Lopez then curiously started asking about some things regarding Sarah Grandy, and James Brown shared some details. They continued chatting and slowly sipping their drinks, thoroughly enjoying their leisure time. Suddenly, the sound of a shattering bottle rang out harshly in the bar, followed by cursing, fighting, and the screams of girls. James Brown frowned. He had encountered bar fights several times before, and he had fought with others when he was abroad. But after returning to his home country, he had not fought in such places. Emily Lopez immediately stood up and peered over, then suddenly exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, it’s that ’other woman’ of yours." James Brown gave Emily Lopez a look. Throughout the evening, Emily Lopez had referred to Sarah Grandy as ’that other woman.’ Hearing that they were involved in a fight, he realized he knew Sarah Grandy well enough to help if there was trouble. Standing up to look over, he saw about a dozen people fighting, with a group of girls screaming non-stop. Among the fighters, seven or eight were clearly hoodlums, and another seven or eight looked like students, who were clearly outmatched. Although they weren’t beaten down yet, they were evidently losing. "Brother-in-law, aren’t you going to help?" Emily Lopez asked, her eyes gleaming. James Brown shook his head, "These young students are too naive. Let them face some hardships to realize that society is complex, and their fiery tempers can’t solve everything," and then he sat back down. Emily Lopez pouted, but felt that James Brown was probably right. At seventeen or eighteen, every youngster believes they are invincible. Without some setbacks, they wouldn’t grasp the complexities of society. A little hardship was not a big deal. However, she still enjoyed watching the chaos and did not sit back down. Instead, she knelt on the booth, resting her hands on the back of the chair, watching with great interest. "Ah, poor kids, they were subdued so quickly," Emily Lopez shook her head and sighed. "Ah, Brother-in-law, it’s bad! Those hoodlums are going after ’that other woman’ of yours. Oh, they’ve taken a liking to ’that other woman.’ If you don’t step in, ’that other woman’ will become someone else’s!" James Brown had to stand up then. Other people’s issues could be ignored, but since he knew Sarah Grandy, and although she was a bit wild, she was a decent girl inside, looking beyond her rebellious appearance. Emily Lopez immediately followed James Brown, excited. Yesterday, James Brown had fought just four pampered young masters with no real fight in them. But these were real hoodlums used to brawling; fighting them would truly be satisfying. But just as she followed him excitedly for a few steps, Emily Lopez suddenly pulled on James Brown, whispering worriedly, "Brother-in-law, they are seven or eight people. Isn’t that too dangerous?" James Brown laughed softly, "What can I do? I can’t just let ’that other woman’ be taken away by someone else, right?" "Can you really handle them?" Emily Lopez asked cautiously. "There shouldn’t be any problem. Don’t forget, I’ve served in the military and practiced martial arts. Some small-time hoodlums are no match for me." James Brown gestured confidently, lit a cigarette, and strolled towards the scene of the incident. Today was the birthday of one of Sarah Grandy’s classmates, and a group of close friends had gathered in the bar to celebrate. Everyone was having a great time, which inevitably got a bit noisy. A man and a woman drinking at a nearby seat could not stand the noise. The man asked them to keep it down, but Sarah Grandy’s male classmates, emboldened by alcohol and their numbers, not only refused but also insulted the man. At that moment, the woman got upset and immediately made a phone call. Soon, a bunch of hoodlums arrived. Originally, Sarah Grandy and her friends had the numbers, but most were girls, and the boys, although usually feigning competence, couldn’t really handle a real fight. By this point, the conflict should have already subsided, the opponents having vented their frustrations and taught a lesson to these naive students. The man and woman left, but when the hoodlums saw they were mostly students and many were teenage girls, especially Charlotte, who was very pretty, they immediately lusted after them and insisted that the girls drink with them—Charlotte being their main target. While Charlotte often acted stubborn and dauntless in front of James Brown, she snapped when these thugs pulled her to drink with them—she struggled and cursed at the thugs like none of the other, more frightened girls did. Sёarᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. But she didn’t have the strength to match the thugs, and that’s when she thought of James Brown and screamed out, "Uncle, uncle, help!" "Haha, calling ’uncle’ won’t help. You should call ’husband,’ then I might care," leered the thug who was grabbing Charlotte’s arm. "I’m warning you, let me go now, or my uncle will come over and knock your teeth out," Charlotte glared fiercely at the thug. "Oh, really? Then call your uncle over—I want to see how tough your uncle really is." "Uncle, uncle, do something! If you don’t, the baby in my belly is going to be gone," Charlotte suddenly spotted James Brown, who was just standing there smoking, enjoying her plight, which made her shout even more angrily. James Brown was dumbfounded. At such a time, this girl still could utter such crazy things. Feeling the gaze of the thugs and Charlotte’s classmates on him, James Brown remained still, took a puff of his cigarette and said, "If you keep spouting nonsense, even if you were carrying their child, I wouldn’t care." Charlotte pleaded with a bitter face, "Uncle, uncle, I was wrong, I won’t talk nonsense. I’m not your mistress, and there’s no baby in my belly, please help me." Only then did James Brown unhurriedly walk over, and upon reaching the thugs, he said, "That’s enough. Winning over a girl should be done by your own merit, not by force like this." The thug holding Charlotte glared and shouted at James Brown, "Who the hell are you to act all high and mighty here?" "Slap!" A crisp slap sound rang out as James Brown smacked the guy so hard he spun around twice before stabilizing. "Didn’t your mother teach you how to talk to people?" Dazed from the slap, the thug felt a burning pain on his face and suddenly roared, "Fuck you, I’m going to kill you!" He lunged at James Brown, and his fellow thugs, without needing to be called, all pounced toward James Brown, as ganging up on someone was their specialty. Unfortunately, this time they’d bitten off more than they could chew. James Brown wasn’t like those people who immediately went weak at the knees. As soon as one hand pulled Charlotte to his back, a gentle push sent her flying out of harm’s way, then his hands became like tigers among sheep, throwing punches and kicks. In less than twenty seconds, all seven to eight thugs were lying on the ground. The whole movement happened so fast, it was almost just a blink, and the fight was over, leaving the erstwhile fierce hoodlums all floored. And to perform such a deed single-handedly showcased how formidable he was. "Oh yeah! Uncle, you’re so cool!" Charlotte cheered, rushed over like a hurricane, pounced on James Brown, and hugged his neck while clamping his waist with her legs, then "smack," she kissed him on the face. The action was quick. James Brown could have dodged when he saw Charlotte coming, but dodging would have resulted in her crashing to the ground, so he merely let her embrace him, unable to evade the kiss and merely turned his face, letting her kiss his face. Emily Lopez, a bit slower to react, also rushed over excitedly grabbing James Brown’s arm and exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, you are so awesome." Everyone was originally stunned by James Brown’s impressive martial arts skills. However, seeing two beauties suddenly pounce on him filled them with envy, especially Charlotte’s classmates. After having been beaten, they now watched their class beauty throwing herself into another man’s arms with complicated feelings. "Get down!" James Brown commanded sternly to Charlotte. "I don’t want to!" Charlotte clung to James Brown, her head resting on his shoulder, her cheek gently rubbing against his, like an octopus clinging tightly and wouldn’t let go. With a lift of his hand, James Brown smacked Charlotte’s buttocks loudly, the sound echoing sharply and leaving everyone somewhat dazed. How could he bear to hit such a pretty girl? This seemed excessively heartless, and everyone’s disdain for James Brown rocketed.

Chapter 133: The Uncle is Too Handsome

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