“You… don’t come any closer…”
Kelly took two steps back.
“Don’t be afraid. The first time might hurt a bit, but it gets better after that. Besides, you’ll get used to it, and maybe next time, you’ll even ask me for it.”
Mr. Dalton sneered and then reached out a hand to grab Kelly, intending to force himself on her.
However, at that moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a figure entered. The newcomer glanced around before noticing Kelly in the corner, anger flashing in his eyes.
“Who is it? How dare you just break in?”
Elizabeth Warner crossed her arms and looked annoyed.
“My father’s comrade.”
Kelly looked up and saw Robin, immediately realizing she was saved. She wanted to run towards him, but that Mr. Dalton wasn’t going to let Kelly escape that easily.
He reached out to grab her, but just as his hand was about to touch her, a bottle cap flew out and hit his arm, causing him to step back in pain.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kelly quickly moved behind Robin.
“Ouch, Mr. Dalton.”
Seeing the man in pain, Elizabeth Warner immediately became concerned. She went to check on him, only to find his hand bleeding profusely with a bottle cap deeply embedded.
“Kid, do you know who he is? This is Mr. Dalton, Joker Dalton, the manager of Westin Properties! Do you know how powerful he is around here?”
Elizabeth Warner snapped at Robin.
Robin raised an eyebrow: “Westin Properties? Again? They have got nothing but scumbags.”
It had happened several times before.
They might as well change their name to Scumbag Concentration Camp.
“Ah… you dare to lay your hands on me!”
Joker Dalton finally recovered from the pain, his expression twisted with rage.
“Mr. Dalton, I’ll call security right away. Just wait.”
Elizabeth Warner was scared and quickly made a phone call. A few seconds later, several burly security guards rushed in, but two more people appeared at the door.
“My master’s got something important to do here. Everyone else just get lost when you still can.”
Jeff Reczek cracked his knuckles.
Of course, the security guards weren’t afraid of him. They were outnumbered, but after a brief struggle, they were left battered and bruised on the ground.
“You brought backup?”
Elizabeth Warner’s face changed.
Her security guards were useless.
“Mr. Dalton, I’ll call my boss right now to bring people over. How dare they cause trouble in our bar – my boss will take care of them.”
Elizabeth Warner immediately made another call.
“Yes, call Master Eric quickly.”
Joker Dalton agreed.
However, as he slowly walked towards a sofa to rest, he sneered at Robin: “Kid, do you know how powerful Master Eric is? He’s my good friend, the boss of this entire street, and the owner of this bar. He’s very powerful. Killing you would only take a minute.”
As he said this, he reached the sofa and was about to sit down when, the next second, he screamed.
Another bottle cap embedded itself in his leg, causing him to lose control and fall to the ground.
“Did I say you could sit down?”
Robin slowly approached, his gaze disdainful.
“You!”
Joker Dalton used all his strength to lift his head, his eyes filled with hatred as he stared at Robin: “I’m with Westin Properties! You dare touch me?”
“What if I do?”
Robin kicked another bottle cap, striking Joker Dalton’s right leg. He howled in pain, rolling on the ground. The pain was unbearable, like a drilling sensation.
“I must say, there are a lot of bottle caps around here.”
Robin glanced at the bottle caps and consumed beer bottles on the ground.
“How dare you!”
Joker Dalton gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
But then, Jeff Reczek had already walked in, grabbing Joker Dalton’s neck and violently slamming him onto the table: “You’ve got a lot of opinions, huh?”
“Do you even know? She’s my brother’s daughter, and you dared to touch her!”
Bang, bang.
His head was repeatedly slammed into the table.
Nick, who was outside, limped in as well. Although his temper wasn’t as explosive as Jeff Reczek’s, he didn’t take action but still coldly watched Joker Dalton.
There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Because he had a daughter too. If someone dared to treat his daughter like that, he would kill them.
“You dare… I am…”
Joker Dalton turned out to be a tough nut to crack, refusing to admit defeat.
But then, his life became worse than death!
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The murderous Jeff Reczek taught Joker Dalton a profound lesson, making him change from stubborn defiance to begging for mercy in less than a minute.
“I… was wrong… I was wrong…”
“Please spare me…”
“I really made a mistake…”
He cried and wailed miserably, terrified by Jeff Reczek’s beating. He began to beg for mercy.
Jeff Reczek finally stopped.
However, at this moment, a large group of people entered from outside, led by a man with a black dragon tattoo on his arm, holding a large machete. As he walked in, he threw the machete on the ground.
Bang.
It made quite a noise.
“Who dares to cause trouble on my territory? Do you want to die?”
Eric Gilligan said angrily.
As soon as he received the call, he came over. This 456 Bar was one of his sources of income, and it was a place that he couldn’t allow to be messed with.
“Master Eric, you’re finally here. It’s these guys. Look at what they did to Mr. Dalton.”
Elizabeth Warner felt relieved when she saw Eric Gilligan arrive. With the boss here, she, as a subordinate, felt at ease. She then pointed at Mr. Dalton on the ground.
“This is Joker Dalton?”
Eric Gilligan looked at the person on the floor but found it hard to tell who he was. His face was swollen and bruised, and he was in a daze.
It seemed like he was still mumbling, “Abba… Abba… Abba Abba…”
Eric Gilligan was stunned. What the fuck?