134: Chapter 134: The Aweso Uncle 134: Chapter 134: The Aweso Uncle “Uncle, it hurts so much!” Charlotte cried, tears streaming down her face after Jas Brown had slapped her, yet she still clung tightly to him, refusing to let go.
“Are you not getting off because you want another slap?” Jas Brown said sternly, his face as dark as that of Bao Gong.
“No, even if you kill , I won’t get off,” Charlotte pouted stubbornly, tears in her eyes.
Jas rembered that rebelliousness was strong in girls of her age; if he kept on with the tough approach, she would definitely stand up to him.
So he changed his tone to a softer one and said, “Do you want to avoid you when I see you in the future?”
Charlotte pouted again, then muttered softly, “It’s your fault for being an to people,” and slowly hopped down.
Jas finally felt a bit relieved and then said to Sarah Grandy, “Sarah, let’s go.”
Sarah Grandy nodded, not upset by Charlotte’s impulsive reaction.
If she had been Charlotte’s age, she probably would have reacted the sa way.
Seeing Charlotte was like looking at herself six or seven years ago, so instead of annoyance, she actually felt a sense of closeness.
Just as Jas wanted to leave, Charlotte hadn’t objected, but the gangsters he had hit were not having it.
They got up and blocked Jas’s path.
They didn’t attack him directly, but one of them said nacingly, “Kid, don’t think you’re sothing special just because you can fight.
Do you know who we are with?”
“Whose people are you?” Jas squinted and asked.
The thug lifted his head proudly and said, “We’re Brother Bob’s people.
You’re in big trouble for hitting us.” It seed that ntioning Brother Bob gave him infinite courage, and he no longer saw Jas as a threat.
At that mont, people in the bar gasped and then looked at Jas with sympathy.
“These gangsters have quite a background.
That poor guy is in trouble now.
ssing with Brother Bob’s people, once Brother Bob cos knocking, not even death will get him off the hook.”
“Yeah, he can fight, but who is Brother Bob?
He’s the boss of this area, with hundreds of brothers at his command, and a solid backing.
Offend him and there’s no good end to it.”
Charlotte also felt a sudden tightness in her chest.
Though young, her rebelliousness had led her to hear from classmates about the big shots in society, and Brother Bob was often ntioned as a formidable mob boss.
Jas had hit his n, and it seed inevitable that he wouldn’t be able to avoid trouble.
“Uncle, what should we do?” Charlotte grabbed Jas’s arm, looking at him with pitiful eyes.
She felt responsible for the trouble and was afraid of Brother Bob’s people coming after her.
Jas glared at Charlotte and said, “You’re asking ?
This is all your fault.”
“What should we do then?
What if they co looking for at school or smash up my house?” Charlotte was on the verge of tears, clueless as to what to do in such a situation.
“Scared now?” Jas looked at Charlotte with a hint of amusent.
“Uncle, you’re still laughing.
They’ll definitely kidnap and force to be a prostitute.
I don’t want that.
Uncle, I’ll be your mistress instead of going down that path.
Please, can I stay with you?
I’m scared.”
Jas was at a loss whether to laugh or cry at this girl’s words during such a ti; she was truly hopeless.
“Brother Bob’s people or whatever, they an nothing to .” Jas obviously didn’t take Brother Bob seriously, especially having clashed with him before over Emma Campbell, when he had even beaten up Brother Bob.
Hearing Jas speak so lightly of Brother Bob, the lackeys were filled with indignant anger, becoming loud in their protests against him.
The others looked at Jas as if he were a fool, thinking although he could fight, he lacked social experience.
In this society, thinking that a bit of martial arts skills made one invincible was simply asking for death.
“Brother Bob, what brings you here?” In the midst of Jas’s conversation with Charlotte, the doorman at the entrance exclaid.
The bar fell silent, and everyone’s gaze shifted to the door—nobody expected Brother Bob to show up at the bar at just this mont.
Brother Bob had also co here inadvertently today, followed by only two bodyguards.
Entering the bar, he saw the ss inside and frowned, asking with an imposing face, “What’s going on?”
This bar was supervised by Brother Bob’s people, and he knew the bar owner well; otherwise, the latter would have called the police as soon as Brother Bob’s n started a fight.
The owner scurried over and said eagerly, “Brother Bob, so students were fighting here, but soone stepped in and beat up your n.”
Brother Bob’s face darkened, and he asked sternly, “Who’s the blind fool that dared to hit my n?”
“Brother Bob!” The underlings who had just been hit saw Brother Bob and imdiately their faces lit up; with Brother Bob here, their beating today wouldn’t be for nothing.
One of them ran up to Brother Bob, pointed at Jas Brown, and shouted, “It was this guy who hit , he just has no respect for you, Brother Bob.
We even ntioned your na, and he still talked nonsense.”
Brother Bob’s face grew even uglier as he listened.
Over the years, he had established quite the status here, almost never encountering anyone who didn’t give him face.
The only exception was the beating he received from Jas Brown that day, which not many were witness to.
For the sake of saving face, Brother Bob had forbidden those few involved from speaking about it, so even his own underlings were unaware of the loss he had suffered at the hands of Jas.
Charlotte, seeing Brother Bob for the first ti, recognized the man from his reputation alone.
Instinctively, she hid behind Jas.
She truly feared being kidnapped by Brother Bob and sold into prostitution—a fate often spoken about among her friends as what awaited any woman who crossed Brother Bob.
At this mont, Sarah Grandy also grew worried.
Her brother-in-law, although tough, seed to be up against the mafia.
If there was a conflict, it would an endless trouble—even martial arts skills wouldn’t be enough.
Thus, she discreetly picked up her phone and called the police.
Jas overheard Sarah’s call to the police, but he didn’t stop her, because he believed that what was coming next could be resolved without a fight.
Finally, Brother Bob laid eyes on Jas Brown, and the instant he did, Brother Bob’s body shuddered.
He might forget any other person he’d recently t, but he would never forget Jas, such a terrifying man.
It wasn’t just that Jas was strong, but he was excessively so.
Unless he had a gun, Brother Bob knew there was absolutely no chance he could take on Jas.
Regretting his decision to co here today, Brother Bob was now trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Gritting his teeth, he finally approached Jas, made a fist and bowed, saying, “Mr.
Brown, my n were blind to offend you.
I apologize on their behalf.”
“Gah!” All the underlings were dumbfounded.
Others in the bar who knew of Brother Bob were in shock, jaws dropping to the floor.
Charlotte was left gaping, her mouth wide enough to fit an egg, and it remained open for a long ti.
Sarah’s gaze was initially filled with surprise, and then shifted to intently studying Jas.
Suddenly, she felt as though she couldn’t see through her brother-in-law at all.
“It’s nothing, I’ve already reprimanded them.”
“Gah!”
The already stunned underlings were stunned again, their eyes nearly falling to the ground.
They had just picked them up and reinserted them when they dropped once more.
Charlotte’s jaw nearly dislocated from shock, and Sarah’s eyes now twinkled with an extraordinary light.
In their eyes, for Brother Bob to be so polite to Jas ant they knew each other, hence Brother Bob was giving Jas face.
But the way Jas spoke made it seem like he didn’t care about Brother Bob at all.
A seemingly inconspicuous guy turned out to be even tougher than Brother Bob—how could they not be amazed?
Brother Bob’s facial muscles twitched violently.
He really wanted to fight Jas to the death, but he knew very well the outco would only be his own death.
So he forced himself to suppress his impulses and let out a dry laugh, “Yes, yes, they definitely needed the lesson.
Many thanks, Mr.
Brown, for disciplining them for .”
“Sure, no big deal.
These are all students, and your n hit them, so perhaps compensate with so dical fees.”
Brother Bob’s face darkened, “Of course.”
“Running a bar isn’t easy; for the things your n broke, you should also compensate on behalf of your underlings.”
Brother Bob’s face turned even darker, “No problem.”
“Also, our bill, let your underlings take care of that too.
They’ve ruined my mood, so I won’t ask them for compensation.”
“Fine!”
Brother Bob’s face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.
Since rising to power in the underworld, he had never felt so humiliated.
Charlotte was initially frightened of Brother Bob, but seeing the current situation, how could she possibly be scared now?
She held her head high, her nostrils pointing skyward, as if she, not Jas, had put Brother Bob in his place.
Today, she truly felt victorious.
This was the infamous Brother Bob, and after hitting his n, he didn’t dare to lash out and had to settle their tab like a subservient grandson.
Charlotte had never felt such pride before.
She clung to Jas’s arm as if she feared he would run away.
Now, she’d gladly be his mistress, number three, four or even seven or eight.
With a great man like Jas, being any number would still bring honor.
Those classmates who usually strutted about with such arrogance were nothing but rubbish in her eyes now.
Even if they were tough, they wouldn’t dare to breathe too heavily in front of Brother Bob—let alone beat his n and then make Brother Bob apologize.
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