Chapter 27
Looking at Derek Ford's bruised and swollen face, Vincent Woods was completely puzzled. Derek had just gone to the bathroom—how did he end up like this?
However.
Vincent's expression quickly darkened.
He turned to look at Bobby across from him, his voice cold as ice. "Bobby, is this how the Sanchez family treats guests?"
"I think our cooperation should end here."
Vincent's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
As a member of The Viper Crew, Avalonia's underground force, when had he ever been so humiliated? Getting beaten by some young punk—this was a complete disgrace to him.
"Mr. Ford, Mr. Woods, there must be some misunderstanding here."
Bobby's face changed at these words. Looking at Vincent's grim expression, his scalp prickled, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his back.
This cooperation was extremely important. Morgan entrusting this matter to him showed that Morgan valued him.
But if this failed, he could forget about ever gaining Morgan's favor again. Not only that, he'd probably have no place left in Viridis State.
"Misunderstanding?"
Vincent's face looked terrible. He snorted coldly, his gaze fixed coldly on Bobby.
"This is your turf, right? Yet Derek got hurt on your turf. This makes us question your capabilities."
"I think our cooperation should end here. We at The Viper Crew need to reassess your strength."
"Gentlemen, please calm down."
Bobby's face wore a humble smile, though inside he'd already cursed whoever hit Derek a dozen times.
"Mr. Ford, please tell me what exactly happened. Rest assured, I will give you a satisfactory answer."
Derek then recounted what had happened in the bathroom.
"Bobby, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
"If you can't give me a satisfactory answer to this, I think our cooperation should end here."
Bobby nodded.
He said respectfully to Derek, "Rest assured, I will make sure you're satisfied."
With that, Bobby stepped out of the private room. "Someone!"
As his words fell.
Over a dozen people immediately appeared at the door. Bobby's expression was extremely grim, his voice cold as he said, "Three minutes! Find the person who hit Mr. Ford!"
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Back in his booth, Eric had completely forgotten the recent unpleasantness. He held Kelly and dove into the noisy dance floor.
The pounding music was deafening. Eric and Kelly were like two tireless butterflies, their bodies swaying under the lights.
In the dim lighting, Eric's hands roamed freely over Kelly's body, their bodies pressed almost completely together.
"Eric, you're so bad..."
Kelly was practically draped over Eric, whispering in his ear, letting his hands caress her body.
"Sophia, see that? If I want, there are plenty of women throwing themselves at me!"
Eric looked at Sophia sitting next to Jack in the corner, his expression somewhat grim. His hands grew bolder as he lowered his head and breathed hot air in Kelly's ear. "Kelly, tonight I'll show you who's the most powerful man in Viridis State."
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Just as the two were getting intimate.
The booth door made a dull sound as it was roughly pushed open from outside.
The next moment.
Over a dozen burly men in suits poured in. They immediately shut off the music and turned on all the lights.
The harsh fluorescent lighting illuminated the entire booth like daylight, making everyone squint.
The pounding music stopped abruptly, replaced by deathly silence.
People on the dance floor froze in place, still holding their drinks, faces still flushed, clearly not understanding what was happening.
"What's going on?"
"Who turned on the lights?"
"Why'd the music stop?"
People whispered, looking at these uninvited guests with fear.
The leader was named David. His gaze swept through the crowd, his cold voice carrying a frightening chill.
"Who's Eric?"
Eric's hand was still inside Kelly's clothes, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Faced with this sudden turn of events.
He was a bit dazed.
Only when David's voice rang out did he react.
He immediately walked forward with Kelly, looking impatient, shaking his head slightly.
He looked at David with contempt. "I'm Eric. Who are you, people? How dare you interrupt my fun?"
David looked at him expressionlessly, as if looking at a dead man.
"Did you just hit Mr. Ford in the bathroom?"
David asked coldly, his tone completely flat.
"Mr. Ford?"
Eric paused, then realized what he meant, a disdainful sneer appearing on his face.
"You mean that short guy?"
He spat contemptuously, pointing at David's nose and cursing, "So what? Yeah, I hit him. Who told him to be so blind and ruin my good time?"
At these words, David's eyes instantly turned cold.
"Good that you admit it."
"Take him."
With that, David waved his hand lightly.
Instantly.
The surrounding thugs closed in on Eric.
Seeing this, Eric sobered up considerably, but looked at David even more angrily. "What are you doing? I'm a VIP here!"
Kelly quickly chimed in, "That's right, Eric is a VIP here, and he knows Mr. Jordan. How dare you offend him? Do you have a death wish?"
Just then.
Footsteps sounded at the door.
The next moment, a person appeared at the booth entrance.
David saw who was coming.
His expression changed slightly as he quickly turned and respectfully approached. "Mr. Jordan."
The person who came was Bobby.
Eric saw Bobby, and his eyes lit up. He straightened his somewhat disheveled collar and pointed at David. "Mr. Jordan, this guy works for your bar, right? He suddenly burst into my booth with his men and said he was going to arrest me. What's going on here? I expect an explanation."
Kelly also chimed in, "That's right, Mr. Jordan. Eric is a VIP here. How can your bar target him like this? If word gets out, who will come here to spend money?"
Bobby didn't respond to them, just stepped aside and respectfully asked the person behind him, "Mr. Ford, is this the person who hit you?"