The Legendary Man

Chapter 111 The Ximenez Family Of Jazona

A food deliveryman?

Upon hearing Kyson’s words, the crowd burst into peals of laughter.

It was abundantly evident that he was deliberately insulting Jonathan.

“Why are the lot of you laughing?” At their hysterics, Kyson snorted before retorting, “Tell you what, don’t look down on the food deliverymen in my production team. I pay them over seven thousand a month! If it weren’t for Josephine’s sake, I wouldn’t have offered him such a cushy job.”

As his words rang out, the crowd’s laughter grew in volume.

Over seven thousand! It might be an astronomical sum to others, but it’s nothing to us! We effortlessly get paid over ten thousand a month without having to stand in the sun or rain. All we’ve got to do is to tap away on the keyboard. Unlike us, he’s only getting five or six thousand a month when he’s running errands for someone else!

In a thrice, contempt brimmed in their eyes.

“You think it’s a cushy job?” Jonathan threw Kyson a chilly look.

“Of course! It’s far better than you having to stand in the scorching sun at the construction site yet making less than seven thousand a month, no?” Kyson sneered.

“Since you think that is a cushy job, I’ll pay you ten grand to deliver food to my house every day!” Jonathan eyed him coldly, drawling, “What do you think about that?”

“What are you implying?” Kyson’s expression instantly darkened when he saw that the man actually dared talk back to him. “Do you think I look as though I’m short of ten thousand?”

“Then, do you think I look as though I’m short of seven thousand?” Jonathan riposted in a glacial voice.

Kyson couldn’t help guffawing after hearing that. “I really don’t know where you got the courage to act all high and mighty before me when you’ve only got a monthly salary of five or six thousand. If it weren’t for Josephine, do you think you’ve got the right to sit here with us? Every one of us sitting at this table has a net worth of a couple hundred thousand except you. Even the worst of us here makes more than ten thousand a month! You’ve probably never even been here in Empyrean Palace, have you? Actually, have you ever been to such a

Jonathan scoffed at the man’s pompous attitude, not in the mood to bicker

idiot! He thinks Empyrean Palace is considered a high-end restaurant? Then, he must not have seen any high-end restaurants in his life before. Back when I was in Yaleview, a

him names, Kyson slammed his hand on the table, seemingly on the verge of flipping his lid. Judging from his posture, he was going to get physical right away if

said you’re an

grabbed a beer bottle and swung it at Jonathan’s head. If the bottle were to find its mark,

women had already

the men had their gazes fixated on Jonathan with anticipation shining brightly in their eyes, fervently hoping

a gofer at a construction site, yet he dares to act brazenly at such a place? Does

“You asked for it!”

Jonathan lifted his right hand slightly. A mere second before the beer bottle in Kyson’s hand

he applied a smidge of force, the snapping sound of

“Ahh! My hand!

wail echoed in the private room. While he was howling in pain, Jonathan lifted his hand

one of Kyson’s teeth

noisy. Keep it

in the stomach, bringing him

you know who he is?” Right that moment, Clay shot to his feet and

glance, Jonathan murmured, “I only know that

“How dare you!”

at Jonathan, yet

only graduated a few years ago. They had no qualms picking on ordinary people with no power or influence, but

you wait! How dare you