Guardian-In-Law



Chapter 1245 Change Your Name to Dog

"Friend?"

Slap!

"Friends?"

Slap!

"Who do you think you are, calling yourself my friend? I was born into the Queen family! I do not need friends like you, you stupid dog!" Conan bellowed as he slapped Greg repeatedly.

"What the fuck are you? An executive of Red Foundation? Hmph! Even if I crush you here and now, the foundation would have to clean up your mess instead of holding me responsible!

"You even asked me to kneel? Who gave you the balls to say that to me?!"

The last slap sent Greg flying to the floor.

Greg did not resist at all.

After he fell, he quickly got up and knelt before Conan.

Conan's words scared him. He completely offended Conan with his words earlier.

Given Conan's explosive temper, Greg might probably die on the spot.

As Conan said, Red Foundation would probably resolve this peacefully and might have to clean up after Greg because he messed with the wrong person.

No matter how influential Greg was in the foundation, once he died, the foundation would abandon him straight away because it would be stupid to defend a dead person against the Queen family.

Without the wealthy families, Red Foundation would not have grown to its current size.

"My question remains-why did you not recognize me in the first place?"

Conan was determined to torture Greg.

He raised his hand at his men and was instantly handed a bottle of beer.

He bit the cap off and started drinking off the bottle, like a real gangster.

Greg knelt before Conan, his body shaking as he said with clenched teeth, "I thought you were just some thugs."

"So you looked down on me? You thought a thug like me is inferior to you, an executive of Red Foundation, and should kneel before you?"

Conan continued to pressure Greg.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Following each word from Conan's mouth, Greg lowered himself even more until he stuck his head on the floor.

"You piece of shit. Change your name, call yourself Bullshit instead of Greg."

Greg nodded repeatedly. "I'll change to whatever you tell me!"

Conan pursed his lips. He lost his interest the moment Greg submitted.

Then, he glanced over Lilian, Faye, and the others and his lips curled into a grin.

"You people. You are all elites in the upper social circle. Is that why you looked down on thugs like us?

"I'll give you girls a chance. Drink with my brothers for the night and make them happy. Thugs like us loved to play with girls.

"As for the guys, well don't just stand there. Entertain us..."

Lilian, Faye, and the other girls were horrified.

They did not mind drinking with Conan because he was much more prestigious than Greg.

However, Conan's men were real gangsters.

If the news got out that a bunch of business elites were drinking with a bunch of gangsters in a bar, they would lose face.