Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 284
Chapter 284: Chapter 283 What is Called Being Rich_1
“What are you doing?”
Seeing Julius Reed and Miguel Abbott walking towards the restaurant, several people called out to ask.
“If you’re not here to eat at the restaurant, then what, to cause trouble?”
Julius Reed walked towards them, and the two of them just looked at each other.
“Nice cigarette, from Europe, worth over five hundred yuan a pack.”
Looking at the cigarette in the man’s mouth, Julius Reed said with a smile.
“Pah!”
The man frowned, spat the cigarette out on the ground, and quickly stamped it out.
Ignoring him, Julius Reed walked into the Horse Meat Restaurant with Miguel Abbott.
Because this was the old city area, with sparse population and houses that weren’t very valuable.
The restaurant spanned over five hundred square meters, which was considered quite large for the old city area.
As soon as the two walked in, the noisy room suddenly fell silent, everyone’s gaze turned to them.
“Boss, bring us five pounds of horse meat to try first.”
After Julius Reed found a table and sat down, he ordered from the counter.
“Buddy, we’ve booked this place, so if it’s convenient for you, please find another restaurant.”
A few people walked up to their table and said unpleasantly.
The patrons at the other tables also gathered around quickly, surrounding the two of them.
It looked like there might be trouble if they didn’t leave.
“Oh! Sorry to bother you!”
Julius Reed put his hands together in a gesture of alarm and hurriedly got up to leave.
The others immediately made way, seemingly without wanting to cause trouble.
But just as Julius Reed took a step to leave, he turned around and looked at one of them, “Hey! Why should we leave just because you say so?”
As soon as he asked this, the man immediately frowned, “Because we’ve booked the place and aren’t allowing any other customers.”
Behind him, the rest of the group came forward again, all with unfriendly expressions on their faces.
“Boss!”
Julius Reed called out to the restaurant owner, ignoring the others.
“What’s up?”
A middle-aged man ran over with a clear look of fear on his face.
Anyone would be scared in a room full of people like this.
“How much did they pay you to book this restaurant?”
Julius Reed looked at the owner, signaling him not to be nervous.
“They pay us ten thousand a day. What, you have a problem with that?”
Before the owner could answer, someone else replied first.
“Ten thousand? Fine! I’ll give twenty thousand, and I’ll book the restaurant!”
Julius Reed sat back down and gestured to Miguel Abbott to get the money.
Slap!
Without a word, Miguel Abbott took twenty thousand cash from the briefcase he carried and slapped it on the table, “Twenty thousand! Just withdrawn from the bank, good serial numbers.”
The two brand-new stacks of cash sitting there were quite the display of a second-generation rich kid showing off wealth.
“What do you mean by this!”
One of them stepped forward, ready to argue, “There’s a first-come, first-served order to things. This place was ours first; it’s not about who can pay more!”
“Are you deliberately looking for trouble?”
“Kid, don’t overdo it!”
In an instant, they all rushed forward, each one of them looking ready to kill.
“Quiet!”
The leader gestured with his hand, and the room fell silent at once.
“Young man, are you here to pick a fight?”
A teenager who could casually take out twenty thousand and seemed to not care at all might well be a well-known local rich second-generation.
Such people have complicated identities, and they didn’t want to offend them.
If they provoked the power behind the teenager, things would become even more complicated.
“That’s right!”
Julius Reed tapped his middle finger gently on the table, “I’m just trying to eat, and you insist on kicking me out. Isn’t that deliberately picking a fight with me? Since we’re talking about money, let me show you what it means to be rich!”
After he finished that sentence, Julius Reed slightly moved his head. Miguel Abbott immediately understood and handed a stack of US Dollar to the man in front of him.
“See for yourself, is this real money or not?”
The man didn’t say a word. He grabbed the money and started counting it. Then, he nodded and said, “Alright, but what are you going to do?”
Whoosh!
Under the astonished gaze of those around him, Miguel Abbott lit the stack of money on fire and then handed it over to Julius Reed.
Meanwhile, a cigar had found its way into Julius Reed’s mouth without anyone noticing, and he lightly drew on it from the burning US Dollar.
“See that? This is what being rich looks like!”
After taking a deep drag on the cigar, Julius Reed blew a puff of smoke into the man’s face.
“How dare you!”
Crack!
A man slammed his fist hard on the table, shattering the wooden table of the Horse Meat Restaurant into pieces.
Such strength was beyond that of an ordinary man.
“Oh! Resorted to brute force, huh?”
Julius Reed raised an eyebrow and pressed the cigar against the man’s chest, “Show some respect to me!”
Sizzle!
The burning cigar pierced through the shirt, scorching the man’s flesh underneath.
“You’re courting death!”
The man immediately swatted away the cigar and charged at Julius Reed.
Whoosh!
Julius Reed rose to his feet with a kick, toppling the man to the ground.
“Attack!”
Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, the leader, no longer caring for caution, led his men to rush forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
After knocking down two men, Julius Reed got caught off guard and was captured.
“You little rabbit! Daring to touch me!”
The man who got burnt walked over with a vicious look, raising his fist, ready to get revenge.
“Wait! You better be sensible! If I don’t return, my family will definitely send someone to look for me. With my family background, finding out where I am will be a piece of cake!”
Julius Reed had already figured out their plans—they wanted to avoid making any waves.
If he wasn’t wrong, this group was surely brewing some conspiracy and thus were being extremely cautious in their actions.
“Stop!
As expected, upon hearing Julius Reed’s words, the leader stopped his man, “Don’t ruin the big plan!”
“Yes, sir!”
Retreating unwillingly, the man also looked at Julius Reed with murderous intent in his eyes.
The burn on his chest was throbbing with pain.
“Take them away and lock them up. I’ll go report to the boss!”
Following the leader’s order, Julius Reed and Miguel Abbott were immediately taken away.
The street was pitch black, the streetlights long out of service.
A few hundred meters out, they were brought into a decrepit old building, ending up in the same room as Roosevelt Shaw and his people.
The windows of this room had been sealed with steel bars, and there were a few people guarding the exit.
It was obvious these weren’t just street thugs but organized Hidden Guards.
“Godfather!”
“Brother Abbott! How did you end up here too?”
Seeing Julius Reed and Miguel Abbott, Roosevelt Shaw and his family of three quickly ran over.
“Shush!”
Miguel Abbott made a silencing gesture, indicating for them to keep quiet.
“Call your boss out to see me! Are you trying to die by locking up me here?”
Julius Reed stood at the door, shouting loudly to the outside.
“Who wants to see me?”
Just then, a voice came from inside the stairwell.
