“Ha ha ha!”
Chris couldn’t help but laugh at the situation unfolding before them.
Esther shot him a glare and said, “What’s so funny? Just eat your food already!”
The two of them began eating, but the noise from the next room grew louder and more disruptive. Esther’s appetite quickly disappeared.
After taking just a few bites, she put her utensils down and declared, “I’m full.”
Chris smiled faintly but said nothing, continuing to eat his meal.
Moments later, the commotion next door finally subsided.
Grinding her teeth in frustration, Esther muttered, “What kind of horrible place is this? How can people behave so shamelessly?”
Chris chuckled softly. “Esther, this is pretty normal. Cheap inns like this often have… special services. What, did you think we were staying in a five-star hotel?”
But their troubles were far from over.
The racket next door continued almost non-stop through the night.
No wonder people say, “The ox may tire, but the field never does.”
Unable to sleep, Esther tossed and turned in frustration.
Suddenly-Bang!
The door burst open, and several men stormed into the room.
“Stay where you are! Don’t move!” one of them barked.
A tattooed man stepped forward, his voice booming with authority.
Chris’s lips curled into a cold smile. He hadn’t expected this inn to be a full-blown den of crime.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Chris asked, his tone icy.
The tattooed man sneered. “Hand over all the money you have. Now!”
His gaze shifted to Esther, and a lecherous grin spread across his face. “And leave the woman too. Such a beauty! I’ve never seen one this fine. If I sell her, I’ll make a fortune.”
Hearing this, Chris’s expression darkened, and Esther’s face burned with anger.
“You’re insane!” she snapped. “Do you even realize this is illegal?”
“Illegal?” The tattooed man laughed smugly. “Around here, I’m the law. You have no idea who I am, do you? I’m Mack. Everyone who passes through here gets fleeced by me.”
Chris stepped forward, his face calm but voice firm. “I didn’t think you’d be this bold, running such a blatant scam. I have no money for you, but I do have my life. Let’s see if you have the guts to take it.”
Mack’s face twisted with anger. He waved his hand and ordered, “Boys, teach him a lesson!”
At his command, several men armed with clubs rushed toward Chris.
Chris smirked coldly and advanced.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In mere moments, the attackers were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.
Mack’s expression shifted from arrogance to terror. He hadn’t anticipated that Chris would be this strong.
Chris fixed his gaze on Mack. “Your turn.”
Before Mack could react, Chris dashed forward and landed a powerful punch squarely on his face.
Boom!
Mack was sent flying, crashing heavily to the floor.
Clutching his face in pain, Mack yelled, “You dare hit me? Do you even know who my brother is? My big brother is with the Jefferson family! You’re dead, kid!”
Mack pulled out his phone and made a call.
“Big bro! I got beaten up! Come quick!”
After hanging up, he glared venomously at Chris. “You’re finished. My brother’s coming for you. Just you wait!”
Chris turned to Esther, his expression exasperated. “Esther, is this the so-called number one family in Amerosia? The Jefferson family runs shady inns now?”
Esther, equally baffled, said nothing. This didn’t make sense. The Jefferson family was supposed to be the most prestigious family in Amerosia. Why would they stoop to this?
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
The sound of roaring engines filled the air outside.
Dozens of luxury cars pulled up, and men in suits stepped out, one after another.
Each man looked formidable, their temples slightly bulging-obvious signs of being seasoned martial artists.
Hearing the commotion, Chris grabbed Mack by the collar and dragged him downstairs.
Esther quickly followed.
A burly man stepped forward, his voice cold and commanding. “I’m Josef Jefferson. Who dares lay a hand on my brother? Are you looking to die?”
Mack immediately cried out, “Big brother, help me!”
Chris glanced at Josef Jefferson and smiled faintly. “I’m the one who hit your brother. What are you going to do about it?”
Josef’s face darkened. “Do you even know where you are? This is Jefferson Town. Causing trouble here means you’re courting death. Boys, take him down! Show him what the Jefferson family is made of!”
At his command, a dozen men in suits charged at Chris.
Chris assessed them with a single glance. Each of them was at a grandmaster level-a formidable feat for ordinary people.
But to Chris, grandmasters were nothing more than trash.
Without wasting words, Chris leaped into action.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In no time at all, the suited men were lying on the ground, defeated.
Josef’s brow furrowed deeply. He hadn’t expected Chris to be this powerful.
Though Josef was only a peripheral member of the Jefferson family, his connection to the family gave him free rein to act like a tyrant in Jefferson Town.
But Chris’s boldness was an open challenge to his authority.
“You’ll pay for this!” Josef roared, charging at Chris with incredible speed.
In a flash, Josef closed the distance between them.
Chris narrowed his eyes. Josef was clearly a great grandmaster-a cut above the men he’d just taken down.
It made sense why Josef could dominate Jefferson Town. But even a great grandmaster was no more than an ant in Chris’s eyes.
“Humph!”
Chris let out a cold snort and threw a punch.
A violent gust of wind surged forward with his strike.
Sensing the sheer force of Chris’s attack, Josef’s face paled.
He realized, far too late, that he had underestimated Chris.
Before he could react, Chris’s fist connected.
Boom!
Josef was sent flying, crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact.