There were a lot of people gathered in the bar. Some of
them were spectators. Others were involved in the fight. The group that
the onlookers were most interested in was a small group led by James. A
few of them had bruises covering their faces and blood rushing from their
faces. They were forced to kneel on the ground, looking hopeless. "James,
how did you end up like this?" Dahlia could not help but frown when she
noticed James' injuries. "Sis! You're finally here!" James staggered as
he stood up. It was almost as if he had met an angel. "Oh! My poor son!
Who did this to you? Tell me. I'll give them what they deserve!" Florence
shrieked at James, heartbroken. Even when her son made a mistake, she
could not bring herself to life a finger against him. There was no way
she would allow others beat him up like this. "Mom! That's the bastard
who hit me!" James pointed behind him, looking vicious. Florence followed
his gesture, and her eyes fell on a beautiful woman in a revealing dress
sitting calmly at a table. Behind her stood a few burly, strong–looking
men. "Bitch! You are all dead meat! My sister is the president of the
Quine Group! You will pay for hitting me!" James roared. They would pay
twice the price of what he had gone through! "The Quine Group? Is it
powerful?" The woman in the red dress swirled her glass of wine, unfazed
by his words. "Humph! You don't even know the Quine Group! I knew you
guys looked uncultured! Let me warn you. Hurry up and apologize to my son
and settle for his medical fees. Otherwise, you'll all pay the price!"
Florence warned. "Old bitch! You dare disrespect our boss? I'll rip your
tongue apart!" shouted one of the men standing behind the woman in red.
He pulled out a switchblade. "What? Are you threatening me? You think you
scare me?" Florence scoffed as she stumbled two steps backward with fear.
She was stubborn. "What happened?" Dahlia had always been the rational
one. She started asking about the situation. "What happened? You should
ask your brother about that." The woman in the red dress stood up slowly
and pointed at James. "He started making a commotion at my place. He even
started hitting my men. I was just teaching him a lesson. I'm not
crossing the line, right?" "I'll pay for the damage done. But why did you
have to be so cruel to him?" Dahlia asked, frowning. "Cruel? Haha! I
already went easy on him. Otherwise, he would've lost more limbs!" The
woman sneered. Enough! I won't waste another second with you. If you want
to settle this peacefully, hand over 700 thousand dollars! If you don't,
none of you will leave this room!" "700 thousand dollars? Why not go rob
someone?!" James roared. "That's right! I haven't dealt with you for
hurting my son! How dare you ask us for money? Where did you get your
guts?!" Florence glared at her. "You guys
better come to your senses while I'm still being nice. After my man gets
here, it won't be as simple as handing over money," the woman replied
calmly. "So what if you have a man? Tell him to come here this instant if
you dare! I want to see how capable he really is!" Florence pushed,
unafraid. "You're messing with the wrong guy! Do you know who our lady's
man is? He's Sir Draco! Our leader of South City, the Cobra!" boasted one
of the men. "The Cobra?!" The Nicholson family immediately turned pale.
Swinton had four main territories: the North, South, East, and West
Cities. East City was ruled by the King of the Underworld, Trevor
Spanner. Meanwhile, South City was ruled by the infamous Cobra! Compared
to the King of the Underworld, the Cobra was said to be even more
relentless and vile. According to legend, the Cobra loved raising
alligators. Anyone who dared cross him was fed to his gators. People from
West City could not afford to offend the Cobra. They really were in
trouble this time!