Chapter 509: Chapter 509 Confrontation_1
“Life Water?”
The blond-haired, blue-eyed American boss wore a leather coat and walked over to the table to pick up the Life Water, frowning as he said, “This stuff is strong, and if not careful, it could kill someone!”
The price of Life Water was not expensive; it only cost a few hundred dors per bottle on the market.
But it was a high-alcohol-content vodka, with 98 proof.
Customers frequently ordered it, but they always mixed it with a lot of water and fruit juice.
In the decade he had been running this ce, he had yet to see anyone finish a whole bottle themselves.
Even half a bottle was rare.
Once, a man bragged while drunk and drank a third of it in front of everyone, only to copse on the spot.
He suffered a gastric hemorrhage.
If the ambnce had arrived three minutester, that man would have been gone.<div>
So now, when he heard Stacy Cook say someone was forcing customers to drink Life Water, his brows instantly furrowed tightly.
This wasn’t a toast; it was murder!
One bottle down, and if not dead, the person would be half dead.
Such a thing happening in his Northern Restaurant, Odingle couldn’t possibly ignore it.
If word got out, the reputation the Northern Restaurant had built over more than a decade would bepletely destroyed.
“Boss, you must take a stand for us! This Boss Carmichael is bullying us, forcing us to drink two bottles because he’s from the capital. If we don’tply, he’ll have his bodyguards ‘assist’ us.”
After finishing his words, Stacy Cook looked triumphantly at Julius Reed, his face filled with the smile of a victor.
So, you want me to drink two bottles?
I refuse to drink, not even one bottle!
Let Julius Reed’s bottle be a waste!
He now seriously suspected that Julius Reed was just putting on a brave face; anyone normal would have vomited immediately after a bottle of Life Water.
How could they still stand?
Despite it meaning he’d offend Beckett Carmichael, for the sake of survival, Stacy Cook couldn’t care less!
Moreover, he had his own backers, and even Beckett Carmichael had to give that some thought.
“Such things are happening? I absolutely won’t tolerate bullying in my Northern Restaurant!”
Odingle turned to face Beckett Carmichael and demanded, “Boss, is what he says true?”
In the decade or so he had his restaurant here, regardless of how prominent the big boss was, they all had to follow the rules of this ce.
“They are my men! What, do I need your permission to toast them?”
Beckett Carmichael was equally assertive, his temper ring from being questioned like a criminal by a foreigner, which certainly didn’t sit well with him.<div>
“Since you’vee to my Northern Restaurant, please abide by its rules!”
Odingle pointed at Stacy Cook and Tristan Caldwell, “These two are first and foremost my customers, then your men! If you want to toast your own men, I naturally won’t interfere, but if you’re going to cause a fatality in my ce, sorry, I must stop it!”
With a wave of his hand, the security guards behind him immediately closed in, “Boss, please don’t make this difficult for me!”
“Thank you!”<div>
Seeing the tense situation, both Tristan Caldwell and Stacy Cook could finally rx, their hearts that had been hanging by a thread now settled.
They also secretly rejoiced for having reimed their lives.
To actually drink that Life Water would have been the end.
“You’re wee! You are my customers, and I, Odingle, assure you, in this establishment, there will be fairness,”
Odingle said with great pride.
His uncle was the agent of a major American financial conglomerate, and he was highly respected locally.
Even behind the scenes, he was closely connected with underworld organizations.
It was because of these connections that Odingle dared to speak like this.
“I advise you to stay calm!”
Beckett Carmichael had never been threatened like this before, especially in front of his ancestors’ benefactor, which he found to be a great loss of face.
He had previously boasted about his own abilities, saying how formidable Beckett Carmichael was.
Now, failing to handle his own men, what would Julius Reed think of him?
“This is thest time I’m saying this!”<div>
Beckett Carmichael pointed to himself, enunciating each word, “I’m Beckett Carmichael from the capital! If you don’t know who I am, you’d better find out before deciding whether to stop me! Otherwise, whatever consequences arise, don’t me me for not warning you!”
With a naturally dominant personality, Beckett Carmichael was not going to back down in front of Julius Reed!
This was a matter of face!
If this Western boss insisted on interfering today, he was ready to y hardball!
In Gonzalez City, Beckett Carmichael had a dozen bodyguards quietly hidden in the shadows, ready for any eventuality.
Previously, with Eli Yarrow around, these men had been dispersed.
Now that Eli Yarrow was injured, he had called these men back into action!
Just one phone call, and those highly skilled bodyguards would burst in.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om
But once he took this step, it meant tearing his face offpletely with the Northern restaurant’s owner, which would be troublesome in the future.
Seeing Beckett Carmichael being so tough, Tristan Caldwell was genuinely startled.
That was the boss of one of the capital’s four major families, and it seemed he was truly out for blood.
Could this Western boss hold him back?
“Don’t say you’re Beckett Carmichael, even if you were Jesus, in my hotel, you can’t use force!”<div>
Odingle didn’t give Beckett Carmichael any face at all.
In fact, it wasn’t his fault, for once a precedent was set, such issues were bound to be unavoidable in the future.
Not to mention whether the reputation of the Northern restaurant would be directly ruined, where would he put his own dignity?
Does he have no face to save?
“Foreign devil! Are you trying to fight to the end with me?”
Beckett Carmichael rolled up his sleeves, pointing at Odingle and cursed, “My ancestors were martial champions, do you want to go a few rounds with me?”
He was really angry.
If he couldn’t even handle a subordinate, what face did he have to boast in front of Julius Reed?
It was humiliating, utterly humiliating.
“What are you talking about!”
Odingle blew his beard in anger, he was, after all, a descendant of a distinguished family, backed by powerful people, and today he was being pointed at and called a foreign devil?
“I said, let’s have a go!”
Beckett Carmichael pointed and cursed at him, “You mongrel! If only grandfather had been born a hundred yearster, would you birds dare toe and steal the Stone Garden? If I don’t smash your heads, you can take my family name!”<div>
Seeing that the altercation was getting more intense, Stacy Cook and Tristan Caldwell were secretly relieved.
The more serious their quarrel, the safer they were.
Especially now that Beckett Carmichael was cursing Odingle by name, it seemed impossible to end things amicably.
“Take him down for me!”
Odingle roared at his bodyguards, “Let this yellow monkey understand, who is the real boss here!”
“OK!”
Those Western bodyguards twisted their necks, looking at Beckett Carmichael with malicious smiles.
In terms of the number of bodyguards, it was five to one.
Beckett Carmichael had four men on his side, while Odingle was backed by twenty.
“Come on, you weaklings!”
A security guard stripped off his shirt, beckoning to Beckett Carmichael’s bodyguards with a curl of his hand.
“Go! Whoever can take one down for good, I’ll give them ten million!”
No sooner had Beckett Carmichael’s words fallen than one bodyguard swiftlyunched a kick.
Crack!
“Ah…”
But as soon as the bodyguard had delivered his kick, he was met with a kick from the Western man in front of him that broke his leg, leaving him lying on the ground sweating cold sweat from the pain.
“Everyone, attack, cowards!”
The Western man twisted his neck again and beckoned with his fingers once more.