Chapter 66 - 66 66 Cold-blooded Animals

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66: Chapter 66: Cold-blooded Animals 66: Chapter 66: Cold-blooded Animals “You can butcher him,” James Brown pointed at Emma Campbell’s father standing behind Mr. Johnson. James Brown’s statement immediately made everyone in the room’s spine tingle. Among them, not a single person was of any significance. The so-called Mr. Johnson was merely the owner of a small karaoke lounge, keeping a bunch of hostesses, and making a little money through various scams. It was only because of that he had a few lackeys hanging around him and was addressed as Mr. Johnson. The worst they’d ever done was get into fights, breaking people’s arms or legs, and as for chopping off Emma Campbell’s father’s hand, it was just a threat. But James Brown’s words amounted to a call to murder, which was a shock to them all. Mr. Johnson, having somewhat more guts, huffed and said, “Who on earth are you? This is my home. Do you think it’s proper to shout and cause a scene here?” However, his words were much more polite than usual, mostly because of the violent aura that Brown exuded, which made him feel this guy was dangerous. Even with so many people here, he still felt that he might not be able to handle the man in front of him. James turned his gaze to Mr. Johnson and said indifferently, “Emma Campbell now belongs to me.” Mr. Johnson’s face changed, and he said sternly, “What do you mean by that? Are you standing up for Emma Campbell?” “That’s right. Do you have a problem with that?” James stood with his hands behind his back, showing no regard for the people in front of him. Mr. Johnson’s eyes shifted as he said, “Since Emma Campbell belongs to you, should you not also be responsible for her father’s debts?” James shook his head, pulled up a chair, and sat down saying, “I don’t care. You can chop off his hand.” James’s attitude left everyone baffled. Emma Campbell’s father, hiding behind Mr. Johnson, kept sneaking glances at James, unable to figure out what was going on. Mr. Johnson felt suppressed by James’s dominance, which irked him. With so many of his own people around, it was intolerable for this one man to be so arrogant. If word got out, he wouldn’t be able to hold his head up in Hubris County again. After James sat down, the pressure on him eased somewhat and he glared, challenging, “Brother, share your name. If you carry enough clout, I, John Smith, will certainly give you face.” With his leg crossed, James replied, “You don’t need to probe my background. You and your little gangsters don’t have the right to know who I am.” At this, Mr. Johnson felt extremely annoyed, yet James’s brazenness still made him wary. In Hubris County, Mr. Johnson was just a small-time hoodlum. There were many more formidable than him, and in YODC City, even more so. If he had truly provoked someone untouchable, it would be real trouble. He forced down his anger and said, “Brother, you’re not taking me seriously, are you? An eye for an eye, a debt to be paid. Emma Campbell’s father owes me money; surely there’s nothing wrong with me collecting on that debt?” “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve been listening from outside and haven’t stopped you from collecting. If he doesn’t pay, you said you’d chop off his hand. Go ahead and do it, I definitely won’t be paying his debt.” Sёarch* The NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. That truly set Mr. Johnson ablaze. He glared and, unable to grasp the situation, didn’t dare to lay a hand on James yet. He suddenly pulled Emma Campbell’s father over, grabbing his hand and whipping out a watermelon knife, shouting, “Don’t think I won’t do it.” Emma Campbell’s father panicked, nearly wetting himself with fear. His primal instinct for survival made him jerk his hand away and rush to James, exclaiming, “Son-in-law, my dear son-in-law, I’m Emma’s father. She’s with you; you can’t ignore me.” “Get lost!” James kicked Emma’s father square in the chest without a hint of mercy, sending him tumbling back several times. James’s action puzzled everyone. Since Emma was his, he should, at the very least, show some respect to her father. But he kicked Emma’s father, and it was clear he had used considerable force, otherwise, the man would not have rolled on the floor as he did. Emma’s father struggled to his feet, clutching his chest and coughing several times before he could catch his breath. He stammered, “You… Didn’t you say that Emma was with you?” “I did say that, but…” James’s gaze held a chilling coldness, his voice as if coming from the depths of Hell, “you scumbag, are not fit to be associated with me.” Mr. Johnson was growing more infuriated by James’s disregard and shouted, “Brother, there are rules in this world. You come into my house and act so high and mighty. Isn’t that a bit too presumptuous?” James smiled coldly and replied, “Do you have a problem with that?” Mr. Johnson’s facial skin twitched, and he said viciously, “It’s not about whether he submits or not, but he has a debt to settle, doesn’t he?” James swung his legs and said, “Alright, I’ll give you two choices: one is to let me take him away; the other is to chop off his hand and let me take him away. It’s your call because I’m definitely not paying the debt.” Mr. Johnson was thoroughly infuriated. James was just too disdainful of them. He angrily said, “Since you don’t take us seriously, don’t blame us for being impolite.” “Fine by me. If you can keep me here, I wouldn’t mind paying you.” Despite James’s confidence, Mr. Johnson felt somewhat intimidated. But action had to be taken at this point; he didn’t believe that they, five men, couldn’t handle one James. He slammed down the watermelon knife and ordered, “Get him!” Five men immediately charged at James. They didn’t carry knives—those were usually for intimidation, not for actual fighting, since killing someone would make life very difficult for them in that area. These five men were all quite brawny and well-known for their fighting skills, but they lacked systematic training. Being tough fighters just meant they were daring and ruthless. They could indeed scare the average person, but against James, they were like children. With a kick swift as lightning, one of the attackers was sent flying, crashing onto a mahjong table. James caught the fists of two others with his hands. With a little effort, they screamed in agony and knelt before him, trying to pull their arms free but failing to budge as James’s grip seemed to almost crush their bones. Mr. Johnson and another man had been slower to act and, before they could even reach James, he had already taken down three. Now they were awkwardly holding their arms, not knowing whether to attack or retreat. It was only then that James finally released them. The released men, exerting force backward, tumbled over and struggled to get up, staying far away from James, fear clearly visible in their eyes. Mr. Johnson felt his heart pound uncontrollably, sweat pouring down his forehead. The opponent hadn’t even stood up and had already laid out three of their men. If he were to attack, it was certain he’d get beaten too. The man before them was too powerful, surely stronger than anyone in Hubris County. Carefully lowering his arms, Mr. Johnson saluted James with a fist and said, “Brother, you have impressive skills. I admit defeat. You can take him, and the debt is cancelled.” Saying this, he took out the IOU, presenting it respectfully to James. James casually took it, glanced at it, then tore it to shreds, nodded, and said, “Good, let’s consider this matter settled.” Even though Mr. Johnson felt that James was acting too high and mighty and didn’t respect him, he knew the man had the strength to back it up. Even if they’d wielded knives, they wouldn’t stand a chance, and aggravating James might just turn them into the real victims. So, they chose to back down after weighing the options. Emma Campbell’s father, seeing how formidable James was, forcing Mr. Johnson to tear up the IOU, was ecstatic. He ran up to James with a smile on his face and said, “Son-in-law, you are incredibly capable.” James looked coldly at Emma Campbell’s father, then, with a sudden sweep of his hand, slapped Emma’s father’s face repeatedly, more than a dozen times. The slaps echoed loudly—Mr. Johnson and the others felt as though the slaps were landing on their own faces, turning pale not just from the sound but also from the sheer shock. Even though they were no strangers to roughness, they would at least show a decent face to their in-laws, never daring to slap their father-in-law. This guy was not only a fierce fighter but also indifferent to family ties—an utter cold-hearted animal. Thinking back, if the confrontation had been more intense, they didn’t know how James would have treated them. The more Mr. Johnson thought about it, the more relieved he felt. The three men who had been beaten could originally hardly accept their situation, but now they felt a chill down their spines, realizing that James might have held back. If he hadn’t, their bones might have been more than just sore—they could have been shattered.

Chapter 66 - 66 66 Cold-blooded Animals

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