17 Chapter 16 Confronting Ss Cook_1
Trantor: EndlessFantasy Trantion
Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion
“I heard someone was throwing a banquet here, so the humble Ss Cook came to liven things up!”
After kicking open the door to the private room, Ss Cook swaggered in, holding a bottle of alcohol.
Several burly underlings followed him.
Calvin Leopold and his group didn’te in; they stood outside, listening.
They were just waiting for Que Radcliffe and Julius Reed to be humiliated before they came in to enjoy the spectacle.
“Sir, you…”
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A waiter had just started to speak when one of Ss Cook’s underlings pped him across the face.
“Are you fucking blind? You don’t recognize Brother Ss?”
This p startled the Radcliffe Group employees and members of the Radcliffe n present.
These few people already looked fierce and ferocious, and with their aggressive entrance, how could anyone not be afraid?
“It’s alright, don’t scare the guests!”
Ss Cook gestured with his hand, signaling his underlings to back off.
“I’m here today for one reason only: to offer everyone a drink.”
He swaggered over to the table and mmed the beer he was holding down on it with a ‘bang’.
“Today, who’s the host?”
Ss Cook looked around the room and asked.
All eyes promptly turned to Que Radcliffe.
“I am!”
Que Radcliffe stood up, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Ss Cook, “And who might you be?”
It was clear that the visitor had ill intentions.
But as far as she could remember, she hadn’t provoked anyone.
“The humble Ss Cook, wishing to share a drink with Miss Radcliffe.”
Ss Cook raised his ss, and his underlings immediately refilled it for him.
“Ss Cook from Gonzalez City, I’ve heard he’s a tough guy with quite a few lives on his hands these past few years.”
“How did we get on this gue’s bad side?”
Hearing the infamous name of Ss Cook, the employees and n members all seemed a bit fearful.
They were allw-abiding citizens, when had they ever witnessed such a scene?
However, it seemed that Ss Cook was targeting Que Radcliffe specifically, and it had nothing to do with them.
With this thought, everyone was actually quite eager to watch the drama unfold.
“So it’s Brother Ss.”
Que Radcliffe had also heard of Ss Cook’s notoriety.
However, she hadn’t given it much thought, as there was absolutely no connection between them.
Que Radcliffe didn’t want trouble, so she raised her ss and shared a drink with Ss Cook.
But before she could even put her ss down, Ss Cook’s underling had already refilled it.
“What do you mean by this?”
Que Radcliffe frowned, unease growing inside her.
“It’s said that with good friends, a thousand cups of wine are too few. Miss Radcliffe, surely you won’t deny me this face, right?”
Ss Cook swirled his ss, a taunting smile covering his face.
“Our Brother Ss has been out and about for many years, and no one has ever dared to disrespect him!”
“Thest person who dared to not give face to Brother Ss got both his legs broken!”
“Don’t be unappreciative!”
The underlings behind Ss Cook jeered menacingly, their words carrying an obvious threat.
“I’ll drink for her!”
Just as Que Radcliffe didn’t know what to do, Julius Reed stood up from beside her and snatched the ss away.
“Who the fuck do you think you are!”
Ss Cook’s face darkened, and he smashed his ss to the ground.
“When I do things, it’s not anyone else’s ce to interfere! Kid, you’re really fucking spoiling the mood!”
As soon as Ss Cook finished speaking, his underlings started advancing towards Julius Reed.
“Brother Ss, this is my husband, I’ll share a drink with you.”
Que Radcliffe hurriedly picked up the ss, standing in front of Julius Reed.
The rest of them took their seats, keen to watch the show.
“Oh! So it’s Miss Radcliffe’s husband!”
Ss Cook picked his ear, speaking with disdain, “I’ve heard the Radcliffe Family married off to some loser, turns out it’s this guy right here!”
He shook his head, pointing at Que Radcliffe, “I can let it go, but you see this case of beer? You and I will split it, drink it all up!”
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An underling threw a case of beer on the ground, his gaze cold and threatening.
It was as if they would immediately rush over and break Julius Reed’s legs if the challenge wasn’t met.
Even a fool could tell that Ss Cook was here to pick a fight.
“Sit down!”
Julius Reed pressed on Que Radcliffe’s shoulder, making her sit back down in the chair.
“Brother Ss, right? I’ve long heard of your great reputation!”
Julius Reed picked up a bottle of beer from the table and weighed it in his hand.
“Kid, I really look down on you! A man who lives off a woman can’t shit straight!”
Upon hearing these words, a smug look shed across Ss Cook’s eyes.
After all, a man’s reputation was like a shadow, and he, Ss Cook, took pride in being known.
Bang!
But in the next moment, Julius Reed violently threw the beer bottle in his hand, smashing it right into Ss Cook’s face!
The massive force made Ss Cook step back several times, and blood began to show on his forehead.
“Fuck! You think you can y tough with me?”
Ss Cook ced his hand on his forehead, gently wiping away the fresh blood, and then licked it with his tongue.
“Ptui!”
He let out a coldugh and pointed at Julius Reed, “If I don’t beat you crippled today, I’ll take your surname!”
Bang!
The doors to the Emperor Hall were suddenly shut.
That scared even the diners.
Ss Cook was a ruthless man, and now Julius Reed dared to hit him on the head with a beer bottle!
A chill went down everyone’s spine.
“Brother Ss, we have nothing to do with him, please don’t take your anger out on us!”
An employee of Radcliffe Group stood up, saying with a forced smile.
He was genuinely afraid that Ss Cook, in his rage, would deal with him too.
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“Go to hell, quit making trouble!”
Ss Cook pped the employee across the face and pulled a dagger from his lower back.
“Boy, since you dared to hit me today, I’m going to cripple your hands!”
“Julius!”
Que Radcliffe was so anxious her heart almost reached her throat, if Ss Cook really got serious, it would be toote to call the police.
Now that the private room door was locked, the people outside had no idea what was happening inside.
It was a situation where heaven wouldn’t respond and earth couldn’t help.
“It’s nothing, just a minor trouble.”
Julius Reed patted her shoulder, signaling Que Radcliffe not to worry.
He had yet to test how good his skills were since regaining his memory.
Now that someone with no foresight hade barging in, he might as well satisfy them.
“You’re facing death and still ying the tough guy! Drag him over here!”
Ss Cook rubbed his eyes, tears streaming down nonstop.
Beer mixed with blood, making his eyes bloodshot and red.
“You dared to hit Brother Ss, you’re asking for death!”
Several underlings strode over, reaching out to grab Julius Reed’s arm.
Crack!
Julius Reed sidestepped, breaking one underling’s arm directly!
“Ah…”
A scream like ughtering a pig echoed in the private room, but Julius Reed had no intention of stopping.
His right foot kicked out fiercely,nding hard on the underling’s chest.
Bang!
The entire body of the hitman went flying andy on the ground, spitting out blood.
“Practitioner!”
Ss Cook’s brow furrowed and he shot out like a snake!
“Be careful!”
Que Radcliffe yelled out in rm when she saw him suddenly make a move.
“Perfect timing!”
Julius Reed grabbed one underling with one hand, and spun his body around!
Purkch!
Ss Cook’s knife, urate and unerring, plunged right into the body of that underling.
Bang!
Seizing the moment, Julius Reed delivered a flying kick to Ss Cook’s ribs!