Carlisle ignored how the rest of the people felt about the situation. He didn’t take his eyes off Mike as
he asked, “What do you think?”
After a moment of hesitation, Mike said, “I want 8000 dors to pay for my medical bill!”
“Fucking-“Sean and Owen almost exploded with rage. Mike’s men hadn’t been the only ones who got
injured.
Benjamin stepped forward. “I’ll be beyond disappointed in you if you agree to that, Carl.”
Heath always told him that one could be broke, but one couldn’t be undignified. Even when they’d been
at their worst, they’d chosen to sleep under bridges and starve than to beg for food or money.
Carlisle looked at Heath. “Do you have the money?”
Instead of saying anything, Heath looked at Cameron, who was hiding in the private room. He was
carrying the bag that carried the money.
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Carlisle went inside and took 8000 dors out of it. He handed the money to Mike and said, “Here’s the
money for your hospital bill.”
Mike smirked. “I suppose you’re not that dumb. Here’s a reminder–you’d better stay away from these
fuckers in the future. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you off easily!*
He waved a hand. “Let’s continue drinking!”
He and his men returned to their private room, as did Heath and the others. Sean didn’t join them,
though. He roared at Carlisle, “This is the end of our friendship, Carlislel
With that, he limped off. Benjamin sighed as well. “I don’t want to do this
anymore,
either.”
Owen didn’t say anything, but he silently followed Benjamin away. Francis shook his head and smiled
bitterly. “These youngsters really can’t keep their tempers in check.”
Hank opened a bottle of whiskey and poured it onto his wound. The veins on his neck bulged from the -
pain, but he didn’t make a sound. Francis watched him, thinking that he was ruthless despite his
appearance. He was ruthless to himself more than he was to others.
Heath finished his cigarette and lit another one. Carlisle took the whiskey Hank had ced on the table
and took a swig. The liquor burned on its way down his throat, helping to suppress his anger.
“Let’s keep whatever happened today in mind for now. Within a month, I’ll driven and Mike Carlson
out of Rivend!” His tone was calm, but his eyes flickered with ruthlessness.
Carlisle didn’t feel great, seeing that his friends had been beaten up. But he’d just started his business,
so he had to hold himself back whenever necessary.
Heath stubbed out his cigarette. “This area used to be under Horace Lancaster’s care. I worked for him
for more than a decade. Later,n suddenly showed up out of nowhere with more than ten million
dors. He bought out some of the ces here and went after Horace’s businesses.
“When things went bad for Horace,n even bought out some of his most loyal supporters. Then,n
got someone to get rid of Horace’s wife. He couldn’t handle it and jumped off a building.”
Francis stuffed a piece of salmon into his mouth. “You know, I would’ve thought the battle over territory
would’ve involved more physical brawls.”
“That might’ve been the case a decade ago. At the time, two or three hundred of us would get into
fights at one go. But in recent years,w enforcement has been getting stricter in these parts. It’s rare
to see arge–scale brawl nowadays,” Hank said as he leaned back casually.
“You guys are younger than me, yet you’ve seen so much more than I have.” Francis chuckled.
“You used to be in the army, right? It’s normal that you wouldn’t know about these things.” Hank smiled
faintly..
Just then, Carlisle’s phone rang. It was a call from a number he didn’t recognize. The person on the
other end asked politely, “Hi, am I speaking to Half_a_Cig?”
Half_a_Cig was Carlisle’s online username. He said, “Yeah, that’s me.”
The person sounded excited as he said, “I’m Sunny Little, a realtor from Premier Properties. I saw your.
post on the Rivend forum that you’re interested in purchasing some property at the Riverwatch
District. I happen to have some listings there.”