The Legendary Man

Chapter 72 Get Down On Your Knees

After a few minutes had passed, the private room door was kicked open with a bang.

A menacing-looking bald man with a tattoo of a savage wolf on his neck strode into the private room. As soon as he entered, Charles frantically wailed, “You’re here, Mr. Fenrir!”

“Who had you kneeling here?” When Fenrir saw Charles on his knees while clutching his stomach, he frowned and swept a gaze over the crowd. His gaze stilling on the plump man, he demanded, “Was it you, Fatty?”

“So what if it was me?” the plump man drawled, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

“Do you know whose territory this is? Do you have a death wish that you dare make trouble in my territory?” Fenrir wasn’t the least bit afraid though a dozen lackeys with guns in their hands stood behind the plump man.

Countless people died at my hands throughout the years, so there’s nothing to fear about a few guns!

“Your territory?” Hearing that, the plump man scoffed. With derision etched on his face, he remarked, “I’ve only heard that Jadeborough is Harrison Seymour’s territory. When did it become yours? Why, is he currently indisposed that you’re the law in this city now?”

Harrison Seymour?

When Fenrir heard that name, his expression abruptly changed. “You’re acquainted with Mr. Seymour?”

“What do you think?” Without even deigning to spare him a glance, the plump man took out his phone and made a call. A minute later, Harrison’s familiar voice drifted out of the phone. “Have you run into some trouble, Mr. Hearnshaw?”

The moment his voice rang out, the entire room plunged into deathly silence.

Perhaps Fenrir’s reputation was exceedingly acclaimed, but compared to Harrison, he was nothing.

After all, Harrison was the uncrowned king of Jadeborough’s underground circles, dubbed the most ruthless man in Jadeborough.

In other words, one might escape with one’s life intact if one were to offend the Blackwood family in Jadeborough.

one were to offend Harrison, one would definitely die a ghastly death

ran into some trouble.” The plump man known as Pablo Hearnshaw took a puff of his cigar before expounding with a chuckle. “Someone told me that Jadeborough is his territory and even said that I won’t be leaving this city alive if I dare make trouble here. Say, Mr. Seymour, is Jadeborough your territory

that person?” Harrison’s

with a snicker. The moment Fenrir heard Harrison’s voice from the other end of

not recognize that voice, but he was all too familiar

Harrison asked Pablo to pass the phone to Fenrir. When Pablo handed it to Fenrir,

Fenrir’s voice was even quivering as he

with me on

that opportunity at all. A

once, the entire room

noticing that the man’s hand that gripped the phone

it Harrison who has the final say?” Pablo regarded Fenrir with a smile

Mr. Seymour!” Fenrir made his choice

substantial, what with my connections to the authorities and triads. But what does that matter? How would

that we’re both on the same side!” He forced a smile onto his baleful countenance. “How about this?

that, he snagged the beer on the table. Without ado,

had finished all three glasses, he turned

approvingly since Fenrir had shown him great respect. “How about this? As long

Phew!

that, Fenrir breathed a

he wouldn’t compromise. That would be

here, Charles!” He then beckoned at Charles, ordering, “Come here and apologize

“Mr. Fenrir…”

an aggrieved

come and teach this da*n fatty a lesson! Unexpectedly, not only

dawdling, Fenrir kicked him in the stomach and grabbed his hair, dragging him over to Pablo. “Mr. Hearnshaw, he’s my friend’s son, and I’ve watched him grow up. He only offended you because he didn’t know better. Could you please do me a favor and let him