Ben Rowley was panicking! Truly panicking. One of Mr. X’s men, a killer, actually came to his door for tea, and without saying anything, just drank the tea as if it were water. After finishing, he even asked for a few more cups, which were their family’s treasured tea. However, Ben dared not complain, knowing that the Holland family had been wiped out just like that.
Anxious and sweating profusely, Ben watched as Jeff Reczek drank another cup of tea and let out a satisfied burp. Although he seemed full, he didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. After all, just a few minutes ago, Robin Bailey had ordered him to come and drink tea.
Moreover, he had to have someone from the Rowley family drink tea with him.
“Master Rowley,” Jeff Reczek suddenly looked at Ben Rowley, who became excited that this man finally spoke.
Finally, he was willing to talk!
“Uh? Mr. Reczek, do you have any instructions?” Ben Rowley hurriedly walked over.
The fate of the Holland family just a few days ago was a clear example, and he didn’t want the Rowley family to follow suit. They, as a medium-sized family, had long known that Mr. X was not to be trifled with.
“Do you have a Percy Rowley in your family?” Jeff Reczek asked.
“Th-that is my son… May I ask, did he cause any trouble?” Ben Rowley immediately asked anxiously.
“No, I just want to have a cup of tea with him,” Jeff Reczek said faintly.
To be honest, Robin Bailey’s order was really just for him to have a cup of tea with Percy Rowley. This was no lie. However, the people of the Rowley family looked at Jeff Reczek with different eyes. Was this really an excuse to settle accounts with them?
“A reason is already more than we can ask for. You should know that when Mr. X went to find trouble with the young master of the Conwyn family, he didn’t even give a reason. Just said he couldn’t stand it. A reason is already more than our Rowley family can ask for,” someone in the crowd said.
At this moment, the faces of the Rowley family members, which were previously livid ugly, even looked a bit better. They found some psychological comfort for themselves, thinking that Mr. X was giving their Rowley family something more than they deserved.
“Ah, I’ll go find him right away,” Ben Rowley had no choice. Mr. X was not to be provoked, so he had to go find Percy Rowley. He didn’t know how Percy Rowley had offended the killer, but now his people had come to their door.
Percy Rowley, like Preston Conwyn, was not yet qualified to participate in this matter, nor did he want to get involved in anything related to Mr. X. He knew that Mr. X was a killer. At this moment, he was lying comfortably in his room.
And then.
With a bang.
The door was kicked open forcefully, and a large group of people poured in. Among them was Percy Rowley’s uncle, who looked at Percy with anger: “You good-for-nothing! When did you provoke Mr. X?”
“What?” Percy Rowley was first surprised, then stunned. Mr. X? When did he provoke Mr. X? He had never even met Mr. X, so how could he have possibly offended the notorious Mr. X in Stillwater?
However, seeing the fierce aura of the group, he knew that he must have, somehow, truly angered Mr. X. His heart was close to breaking. When had he ever crossed him? Why didn’t he know about it?
“Hurry up, they’re waiting for you in the living room,” the Rowley family member urged.
“Alright, alright,” Percy Rowley hastily got up and walked to the living room with the others, his heart extremely uneasy. He really didn’t know when or where he had provoked Mr. X. It was baffling and terrifying.
Upon reaching the living room, Percy finally saw Mr. X’s man. He hurriedly approached with a smile: “Mr. Reczek, hello. May I ask when I offended Mr. X? Even if I’m to die, I should at least die knowing why.”
Given Mr. X’s infamous reputation, Percy didn’t have any positive expectations. At best, he would have his arms and legs broken; at worst, he would die. Even though he could roughly guess his fate, he still wanted to know where he had gone wrong and angered Mr. X.
“Die? Why?” Jeff Reczek was puzzled, then picked up a cup of tea, “My master asked me to come and have tea with you. Let’s drink tea.”
“Huh…?” Percy Rowley took a moment to process this. Tea? All this commotion just to have tea with him? Was this a joke?
“What? You don’t want to drink? Are you looking down on me? If you look down on me, that means you look down on Mr. X. I didn’t expect that the Rowley family and the Holland family would have the same attitude, looking down on us! Well, I’m going to report back to my master immediately.” After saying that, Jeff Reczek stood up with a clang.
At this moment, Ben Rowley was dumbfounded. But he immediately slapped Percy Rowley, “Hurry up and drink! What are you waiting for!”
“Alright, alright… I’ll drink!” Percy Rowley was dazed by the slap but still immediately picked up the cup of tea and drained it in one gulp. Fearing that he wouldn’t finish and might displease Jeff Reczek, he even swallowed the leaves.
“Why did you eat the leaves? My master said that when drinking tea, you should savor it slowly. It’s a taboo to gulp it down without appreciating the taste. You’re wasting these tea leaves by drinking it like that,” Jeff Reczek said with an educational tone.
“…” Ben Rowley’s face twitched with anger. That wasn’t what he had said before. Previously, he was almost like he wanted to bite the teapot. Now, he suddenly knew how to appreciate tea slowly.
Nevertheless, he forced a smile, “Bring more tea, some fresh tea.”
“Yes,” the Rowley family members immediately went to prepare the tea.
In a short while, a fresh pot of tea was brewed and placed between the two. With a forced smile, Percy Rowley looked at Jeff Reczek and said, “So… Mr. Reczek… can we talk about the matter now?”
“What matter? I came here just to drink tea.” Although Jeff Reczek said he would savor the tea slowly, he didn’t blow on the tea when he picked up the teapot. Instead, he drank it down like alcohol, not savoring it at all. Ben Rowley’s face twitched with anger as he watched. This was precious tea.
He was a tea lover. In Stillwater, if anyone claimed to have better tea than him, he would be the first to disagree. He had many valuable teas at home, all of which were extremely precious. The tea they were using today was the best, costing more than two million per pound – it was his lifeblood.
Yet now, Jeff Reczek was gulping it down like plain water, causing him great distress. In his heart, he cursed, “Such a waste! Such a waste!” The anger in his eyes even extended to Percy Rowley. It was this guy who had provoked Mr. X, leading to this situation.
However, at this point, Percy Rowley was the most confused. What had he done? When had he provoked Mr. X? Why did he have to drink tea here, and with the number one man under Mr. X’s command? Couldn’t he just not drink it?
Percy Rowley: I must say, I’m really panicking! What on earth is going on?