I Am Unstoppable

That night, they went to Chanaentown for a drink. They could all hold their liquor very well and drank to their hearts' content, except for Catherine because she was the designated driver.

It seemed like men loved to gourmandize and quaff whenever they hung out.

That night, everybody was happy and grateful. They felt lucky to have each other as sworn siblings.

When it was one o'clock in the morning, they began to feel tipsy.

Catherine sat aside quietly and patiently as she observed them enjoying their booze.

Upon seeing that, Simon said to Jonathan teasingly, “Catherine is shy, but she is a good lady. Jonathan, you must cherish her.”

Jonathan revealed a faint smile. “No worries, Simon. I certainly will.”

Catherine, who had not been talking much, suddenly raised her glass and said to Simon, “Simon, here is a toast from me to you.”

Simon froze for a second before bursting out laughing in response.

A while later, everyone decided to call it a day as they hopped in the Bentley. Catherine drove them back to the hotel.

The night view in Lostaria was glorious and splendid.

On the way back to the hotel, snow was drifting.

Jonathan sat in the passenger seat. He was feeling good, albeit a little dizzy. Overall, he was untroubled.

The most enjoyable thing for drinkers like him was the intoxication. When that happened, they could say whatever they wanted with little concern about what others might think of them.

As Catherine drove on, snowflakes sprinkled on the windshield under the gleam of the streetlights.

Jonathan turned to the backseat and saw that three men had already passed out. They were sitting in amusing positions.

He could not help but smile before turning to Catherine.

Catherine felt his gaze and turned to look at him, only to find herself staring into a pair of tranquil and limpid eyes.

Shortly after that, Catherine shifted her focus back onto the road.

Jonathan curled his lips again. A gratified feeling aroused inside him.

Although Lucio, Jeremy, and Edward are threatening to me, I'm not afraid of them anymore because I know I'm not alone.

Jonathan admired the drifting snow through the window. He also noticed many Christmas embellishments on the windows of shops along the streets.

In Lostaria, Christmas was an important day. Its significance could be considered to be at par with New Year's Day in Chanaea.

Christmas had already been over about ten days ago, but the atmosphere on the streets remained be festive and lively.

Bang!

All of a sudden, there was an accident.

Catherine slammed on the brakes when a man came out of nowhere and crashed with the car.

She saw the man tumble to the ground as though the car had just hit him.

The men in the back jolted awake. The sudden stop had thrown them out of their seats. When they got back to their senses, they asked in unison, “What happened?”

“I didn't hit him. He just ran into the car,” said Catherine to Jonathan. Her countenance remained unperturbed.

Initially, Jonathan thought Catherine had been careless. However, it was rather odd to hear her say that.

“I'll go take a look.” Without further ado, Jonathan pushed the door open and got out of the car. He saw a man in his thirties sitting on the ground, moaning in pain.

The man, a Smealander, was wearing a leather jacket. He had a crew cut. There was a hint of imperceptible guile in his eyes.

“Are you all right?” Jonathan asked in fluent Ustranasian.

The Smealander looked up at Jonathan and complained in Ustranasian with a Lostaria accent, “What do you think? I think my tailbone is shattered.” He paused a moment before continuing, “Damn you, Chanaean. You should be careful when you drive.”

Jonathan was a clever man. He realized the Smealander was a fraudster who had staged the accident.

No matter where I go, there'll always be hooligans and crooks. Now, I have finally bumped into a crash-for-cash scammer.

Jonathan smiled and said, “Well, buddy. It's pretty cold in the middle of the night, so I'll give you one hundred for your good play. Quit messing with me.”

With that said, Jonathan took out a few banknotes from his wallet and gave them to the Smealander.

The Smealander hurriedly took the money from Jonathan before putting the cash into his pocket. Greed flashed in his eyes. Then, he caught a whiff of alcohol. He thought Jonathan had compromised without hesitation because the latter was guilty. The fraudster said to Jonathan, “I see. You just drove under the influence and hit me. Corrupted Chanaeans are born rotten. Our land of Lostaria has been befouled by Chanaeans like you. You'll be detained for one hundred days if I call the police now.”

Upon hearing that, Jonathan frowned in annoyance. After a moment of silence, he laughed. “Do you really think so highly of yourself? Do you think you can mock us like that? You've just scammed us, yet you're the one calling us Chanaeans corrupted? Who's the corrupted one, exactly?”

Jonathan stopped being polite because refused to tolerate ridicule.

The Smealander's face darkened when he heard what Jonathan had said. Boiling with anger, he stood up and shot a glare at Jonathan. “Chanaean bastard, what did you just say?”

Jonathan laughed again and replied, “What? Can't I speak for my people now? Do you think your kind is superior to us?”

The Smealander said, “Of course we are. Otherwise, why are Chanaeans so desperate to migrate or send their kids to Anglandur with their money? Because of that, Lostaria is already polluted by those Chanaean bastards like you. You should never come to Anglandur if you think your country is better than ours.”

When Jonathan was about to fight back, Elijah suddenly darted forward and snarled, “F*ck! I can't take this anymore! Jonathan, there's no need to reason with him. He is not worthy! Let me teach him a lesson!”

Elijah's proficiency in Ustranian was quite good because of his family background.

With that said, Elijah walked to the man and asked coldly, “What did you call us just now?”

The Smealander showed no sign of fear. He sneered, “Oh, what do we have here? What are you going to do to a victim? So what if I just called you a Chanaean bastard?”

Elijah threw a fit and spat a mouthful of spittle squarely on the Smealander's face before giving him a slap.

Instantly, the Smealander's left cheek became swollen instantly. Blood trickled down his lips. The powerful slap even knocked out one of his teeth.

Elijah said, “Look! This is how a victim looks like. Get it? You asked for it.”

Infuriated, the Smealander was about to strike back.

However, Elijah kicked him to the ground before the fraudster could make a move.

Next, Elijah stepped on the Smealander's head and asked, “Surrender?”

The Smealander was unable to think properly after receiving the second blow. When Elijah stepped harder, the excruciating pain brought the fraudster back to his senses and made him beg for mercy. “Surrender! I surrender now!”

“Tell me. Who is the bastard now?” Elijah asked.

“I-I am!” the Smealander replied.

Elijah said again, “I can't hear you.”

“I'm the bastard!” the Smealander cried out.

Elijah smiled contentedly before giving the man a kick. “Scram!”

The Smealander hurriedly stood up and fled the scene.

Elijah turned to Jonathan and said, “See, Jonathan. To treat someone like him, you got to show them your true color.”

Jonathan rubbed his nose helplessly and patted Elijah on the shoulder. He said, “Sometimes, the pen is mightier than the sword.”

Elijah rubbed his head. “What do you mean?”

At last, the farce was over.

As for that Smealander, he would have had a pleasant night if it had not for his greed and uncouth behavior.

Afterward, Jonathan and Elijah got into the car. Catherine drove on.

However, one bad thing seemed to lead to another.