Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chatper 180

Chapter 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? I 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. I remember when I 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 I was a

child. Mr. Lund, let me tell 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 become sworn brothers

with them.

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. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

I’m just trying to run a small business to support my daughter’s college education. You can’t treat me

like this…”

“Cut the cr*p. Do you have any idea who I 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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Chapter 179 Trouble At Barbeque Stall

“Ah…”

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.

Meanwhile, those arrogant young men sneered at Emrys, preparing to leave without any intention of

paying.

“Did I 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 tell me to

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, I must be hearing things wrong. This kid actually asked me to 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 for me to 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.”