NovelEnglishThe supervisor's face immediately paled as he hurried off to call Manny.
Starting trouble at Manny's club and groping his lover in front of everyone? This idiot definitely had a death wish.
Wilbur merely chuckled, sitting back down and smiling at Haley. "Con, we're all grown-ups here. Why are you being so serious?" "How dare you. I've honestly never cacross anyone with half your nerve." Haley sat across Wilbur, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag out of it.
Wilbur barked out a laugh. "First tfor everything, | guess." "This first twill be enough to cost you your life. | honestly feel bad for you." Haley had regained her composure by then and was staring at Wilbur disdainfully.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had cacross countless sleazy bastards like Wilbur. They would usually be dead before they could even blink twice.
Wilbur was nothing but calm in the face of Haley's taunts, not saying a word.
Neither of them said anything else, but the staff members could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second.
They could hardly imagine exactly what Mister Ack was going to do to that bastard.
Chop him up into pieces? Rip his skin right off him? Both were possible. After all, Mister Ack was a maniac.
Almost half an hour later, a broad man with a bald head strode into the bar with two hunky blokes behind him.
The supervisor and the staff members heaved a sigh of relief. All of them wanted to see what Mister Ack was about to do to the cocky bastard.
Haley got to her feet as she looked at the bald man. "I haven't cacross someone so shameless and disrespectful in a long, long time. He's all yours." The bald man nodded, looking over at Wilbur.
The bald man had a chubby face with two huge scars on it. His body was fit and muscular, and the murderous expression he wore was enough to make any regular person walk the other way at the sight of him.
He chuckled, rubbing his head. "Very well. You're the guy asking for ten million dollars and even groped my lover?" "You're Maniac?" Wilbur asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmManiac raised his eyebrows before barking out a laugh. "That's the first tanyone's ever calledthat to my face. You've got quite snerve." "Of course. Why else would | clooking for you?" Wilbur smiled.
Maniac's expression darkened. "Well, you cto the wrong place and messed with the wrong guy. Jarlon, Jobu, chop off all his limbs for me. Remember not to kill him though." The two hunky blokes behind him grunted in response. They wielded their machetes, charging at Wilbur.
Both blokes pounced from both sides of Wilbur, their movements quick and efficient. It was clear that they had done this many times.
Wilbur chuckled. He got to his feet, landing a punch on Jarlon's chest and another on Jobu's stomach before sitting back down.
The blows were enough to make Jarlon spit out a mouthful of blood, collapsing onto the ground. Jobu howled out in agony, clutching his belly as he keeled over, trembling from head to toe.
All of this seemed to happen within the blink of an eye. Both of Maniac's strongest men had been taken down and could not fight anymore.
The staff members were all agape with shock.
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