GoodReadChapter 179 Trouble At Barbeque Stall
The owner of the barbecue stall was a good-natured middle-aged man. He arranged for the three of them to sit
at an outdoor round table, warmly welcoming them.
After downing a few bottles of wine, Roger suddenly sighed and said, “Channy, how long has it been since we've
had an open-air barbecue? Since we graduated from university? | really miss it!”
Chandler was also filled with deep emotion, agreeing and saying, “Indeed, we should thank Mr. Lund for this
suggestion. It has reminded us of many wonderful memories. | remember when | was dating my senior in
college, the place we frequented the most was this kind of roadside barbecue stall...”
Roger angrily said, “If you dare to mention her one more time, I'll lose my temper with you!”
“All right, all right, let's not talk about her. Let's talk about the cow my family used to raise when | was a child.
Mr. Lund, lettell you, the cow we had back then was truly both fat and beautiful...”
After having a few drinks, the two began to ramble on, no longer addressing him as Dr. Lund, but rather directly
calling him Mr. Lund. They were even on the verge of asking him to becsworn brothers with them.
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Emrys was at a loss for words and said, “With your level of alcohol tolerance, how did you two even manage to
get to where you are today?”
Bang!
The three of them were engrossed in a lively conversation when suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the
neighboring table. They turned to see a group of young men, their hair dyed in a riot of colors, standing up. With
an arrogant demeanor, they addressed the shop owner. “What's the meaning of this? We only have a few
skewers and you have the audacity to charge us four hundred. Is this a rip-off?”
At their table, there were numerous skewers, and the floor was littered with all sorts of bottles of white spirits
and beer. It was clear that they had been drinking heavily.
The shop owner placated them with a smile, saying, “Gentlemen, please don’t be upset. We always conduct our
business honestly. Your table’s total comes to four hundred and twenty-three. I've already rounded down the
change for you. Here's the bill. You can take a look.”
“Who the hell wants to see your bill? I've only got a hundred bucks on me. Take it or leave it!”
One of the punks, Denver, immediately tore up the bill handed over by the shop owner. He then tossed a
hundred dollars on the ground and, along with a few of his companions, prepared to leave.
The shopkeeper hastily chased after them, blocking their path as he pleaded, “You can’t do this to me. I'm just
trying to run a small business to support my daughter’s college education. You can’t treatlike this...”
“Cut the cr*p. Do you have any idea who | am? If you utter one more word, believe me, I'll beat you up!” Denver
rudely shoved the stall owner aside.
As a result of using excessive force, the stall owner nearly stumbled and hit his head on the edge of the table.
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The stall owner was in a state of panic, but suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, steadying him. “Thank you.
Thank you, young man.”
The stall owner expressed his gratitude to Emrys.
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Meanwhile, those arrogant young men sneered at Emrys, preparing to leave without any intention of paying.
“Did | say you all can go?” Emrys suddenly spoke out.
The footsteps of the arrogant youths abruptly halted, especially that of Denver. He looked at Emrys with a face
full of disdain and said, “What's this? Which hole did you crawl out from, daring to tellto stop?”
“Apologize!” Emrys didn’t say much.
He simply pointed at the shopkeeper, his gaze cold as he watched Denver.
Denver was taken aback. “What did you say?”
“Apologize!” Emrys continued,
“Haha... Guys, | must be hearing things wrong. This kid actually askedto apologize?” Denver was extremely
arrogant, and the others were also staring at Emrys with faces full of derision.
“Apologize!”
“D*mn! It seems you've been living too comfortably, lad. Are you waiting forto crack your skull open?”
Denver scowled as he suddenly smashed a beer bottle, ready to teach Emrys a lesson. However, in the next
second, Emrys’ figure flashed, and he instantly pressed Denver's head onto the table. He grabbed a skewer and
pierced it through the youth's palm, nailing it to the table. “I asked you to apologize.”
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