NovelEnglishSoon, a sports car slowly drove into the chemical factory. A middle-aged man in his fifties got out of the car.
He had a squarish face and he looked intimidating when he was not smiling.
Buff and his two companions immediately greeted him when he got out of the car.
"Mister Denmark, you have to help me. They dared to hiton our turf. This is a disrespect to you," said Buff in a sobbing tone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man who was called Mister Denmark seemed annoyed. He asked, "Why can't you do your job properly? Do | have to clean up your mess every time?" "Mister Denmark, they damaged my factory room and equipment, yet they're unwilling to compensate, and they even beat us up.
How are we supposed to make a living if you don't interfere?" Buff whined pitifully.
Mister Denmark frowned and said, "That's outrageous. Let's go. Showwho he is." Buff and the others were instantly overjoyed. He led Mister Denmark to his office.
The man was Zimmer Denmark, a combat expert in the Eastern Sun District. He was undefeated in the nearby area and was highly regarded in the local combat community.
Buff grew up as a gangster, but he had been working for Zimmer since a long tago. Otherwise, he would not be as successful as he was right then.
He gave him a lot of offerings too, of course. It was necessary, else Zimmer would not interfere with his troublesmatters.
Buff walked back to his office and declared arrogantly, "You're dead meat!" "Oh yeah? It looks like you called in an expert," Wilbur teased.
Buff smiled menacingly and said, "That's right. I'll feed your bones to the stray dogs today, piece by piece." "I'm afraid the expert you brought isn't good enough." Wilbur laughed.
Zimmer walked into the office at that moment with a bunch of people behind him.
He glanced around the office when he walked in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBuff said in a respectful tone, "Mister Denmark, that's him. He's quite a fighter and he beat us all up. Please teach him a lesson and teach him a lesson." Buff did not notice Zimmer was shaking uncontrollably.
Buff was curious as to why Zimmer did not take action after stime, so he looked back at him. Noticing the change, he quickly asked, "What's wrong, Mister Denmark?" A raging storm was brewing inside Zimmer at the moment.
‘Isn't that person Buff pointed at Wilbur Penn? The sWilbur Penn who defeated Jeremy Owens? The chairman of the Seechertown Cultivators Association? The powerful Saint level cultivator? The terrifying entity who is nicknamed the God of Thunder, Master Penn? | can't believe Buff Lestrade messed with an entity like him. Does he have a death wish or something? Moreover, | can't believe this asshole draggedinto this! This is no joke. How can | get involved in this? Buff Lestrade, it's your business if you wish to die, but don't dragalong!" At that moment, Zimmer's mind was a complete mess.
Zimmer wanted to kick that asshole, Buff Lestrade, very badly, but he could not do that at the moment.
He stepped forward and knelt in front of Wilbur without hesitation and pleaded anxiously, "My nis Zimmer Denmark, and | wasn't aware of your arrival, sir. Please forgive me." That caught Buff and his cronies completely off guard and their jaws were practically on the floor.
Zimmer meddled in politics and business in the Eastern Sun District, and anyone would pay their respects to him. His fin combat was also undeniable.
Why was he kneeling in front of this person? What is going on? Buff and the others instantly had a bad feeling about it. They started to panic.
Gage noticed everything and secretly sighed to himself.
One's reputation indeed preceded the person. Truly powerful individuals were domineering wherever they went.
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