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Slap!
Zeke slapped Fatso cleanly across the face and questioned, “In that case, can you forgive me for slapping you if I
apologize?”
Fatso was boiling with fury, but he could not show it outright.
He suppressed his rage and said, “Now that you’ve hit me, let’s call it quits.”
Zeke spat, “Call it quits? You bullied my wife——even taking your life wouldn’t be enough to compensate. I won’t
make life too difficult for you. You just have to compensate my wife for destroying her video. I’ll take the price you
quoted earlier. How much was it again? Twenty million? Well then, I’ll be expecting twenty million from you.”
Fatso’s mouth twitched. I’m just an employee! How can I have twenty million to pay you? I can’t even fork out two
million!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFatso tried to wriggle his way out of this mess and offered, “I have a copy of her video. I’ll just return it to her.”
Zeke refused, “You broke my wife’s thumb drive. That thumb drive contains twenty million worth of data. I won’t be
taking a single cent less.”
The crowd was flabbergasted. A thumb drive worth twenty million? Is it made of diamonds?
Fatso could not take it any longer and scoffed, “Damn it! I’ll just quit! You won’t be getting a single cent from me.”
Zeke smiled, “Is that so? I’ll just have to send you to jail then.”
He then took his phone out and replayed a recording.
It was the conversation between Lacey and Fatso.
“That’s extortion!”
“So what if it is?”
Boom! Fatso immediately regretted what he said.
Darn it! He recorded our conversation earlier! That was sneaky of him. Oh dear, extortion is a serious crime!
Fatso’s face contorted. He warned, “Williams, don’t go too far. I’ll just leave things here today. My cousin, Alfred
Booth, is the top street fighter here. If you make me angry, I’ll make sure my cousin makes life difficult for you. Your
new company will go bust. When that happens, you won’t just be losing twenty million.”
Zeke mocked him, “Oh my, are you threatening me with street fwighter? I’m sorry, I play that street fwighter game
all the time. I’m not afraid of you.”
The crowd burst into laughter when they heard Zeke say “street fwighter”.
God damn it!
Fatso’s face turned red and yelled, “How dare you insult my cousin? I’ll get him to kill you!”
He then made a call, “Bro, I-I’ve been bullied. They insulted our ancestors and even said that all Booths are good-
for-nothings. You’ve got to stand up for us Booths. Yep, I’m at Trust Media. Come over, quickly!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke smiled, “Is that so? I’ll just have to send you to jail then.”
He then hung up and sneered arrogantly, “Brat, you’re dead.”
He then hung up and sneered arrogantly, “Brat, you’re dead.”
Lacey came to her senses from her excitement.
She suggested in trepidation, “Zeke, let’s forget about this. I’ve heard of Alfred Booth as well. If we offend him, our
company will be toast.”
Zeke patted Lacey on the shoulder and assured her, “He’s just a street fwighter. Nothing to be afraid of. With me
here, he’ll be a street crawler, or perhaps even a street beggar.”
How dare he... Fatso was enraged. Street crawler? Street beggar? Just how much do you despise my cousin?
Soon, a Range Rover stopped by Trust Media’s office building.
Fatso rushed over and opened the door for him. He greeted him, “Cousin, you’re finally here.”
A thin man walked out of the car.
On first look, this man seemed exceptionally frail.
However, anyone familiar with the landscape would know that there was an explosive power in his small frame.
Within the short time span of a year, he had been crowned the king of all street fighters.
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