YM778.TV Chapter 512: 512 Did You Eat Garlic_1
Odingle covered his bloodied face, roaring furiously.
He never imagined that after spending over a decade in Gonzalez City, there would come a day when someone would smash his establishment!
The image of the restaurant he had painstakingly built over a decade was being destroyed in an instant!
The sign for the Northern restaurant was completely demolished!
“It’s your family’s store that we’re smashing!”
Julius Reed ignored the nearly crazed Odingle and turned to face Stacy Cook and Tristan Caldwell.
The two of them had long been scared out of their wits, now curling up on the sofa, their bodies trembling like sieves.
“Are you going to do it yourself, or shall I help you drink?”
Julius Reed asked with a smile.
That smile nearly scared Tristan Caldwell to death.
He had thought that by relying on Odingle’s power, he could save his life, then transfer his assets and fly straight to the Americas.
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But abroad, he could still live a good life.
Over these years in the Abernathy Group, he had also taken many benefits, and his personal assets were already over a billion.
But now, the Northern restaurant, which hadn’t seen any trouble for over a decade, was about to be demolished right before his eyes.
Odingle, the boss, was beaten and kneeling on the ground, looking neither human nor ghost.
Tristan Caldwell never felt he was more awesome than Odingle; at least the Odingle family’s influence in the Americas was enough to make people wary.
“Boss…”
He wanted to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, but not only his legs, but his entire body, including his mouth, refused to obey his commands.
“I have followed you for so long, if not for merits then for hard work… please…”
“Looks like he doesn’t have the strength to pick up the bottle anymore. Since we have worked together, today Mr. Carmichael will lend you a hand.”
Beckett Carmichael walked up to Tristan Caldwell, unscrewed the bottle of vodka, and said with a smile, “I always advised you to keep a low profile, but you never listened.”
After he spoke, he forced Tristan Caldwell’s mouth open and poured ninety-eight degree vodka down his throat!
“Ugh…”
Tristan Caldwell retched, feeling as though his esophagus was being burned, pain piercing through his heart.
But before he could recover, he was propped up by two bodyguards, and a second bottle of alcohol was already being forced into his mouth.
“Pour it down this man,” Beckett Carmichael commanded after he left the half-dead Tristan Caldwell on the ground and glanced at Stacy Cook, who was curled up on the sofa.
Stacy Cook now truly felt like dying.
He never expected that Julius Reed would be acquainted with the Carmichael family, one of the four major families in the capital!
If Bran Cook opposed Julius Reed, wasn’t that seeking death?
The Cook Family would likely be doomed as well!
But now he had no chance to give Bran Cook any warning!
A flame poured into his mouth, and Stacy Cook watched helplessly as the ‘water of life’ trickled into his esophagus, unable to resist at all.
Moments later, he lost consciousness.
“Big shot, shall we start smashing?”
After dealing with these two unfortunate souls who knew nothing of death, the bodyguards lurking outside for Beckett Carmichael were mobilized to come in.
“Julius Reed, this place is an asset of the Odingle family. Whether you want to hear it or not, I still need to tell you,”
Just then, Itai Huntington came through the crowd, leaned close to Julius Reed, and whispered, “The Odingle family is financially powerful in the Americas and even has underworld connections. If you really smash the Northern restaurant, you might have to face their insane retaliation.”
Having been in Gonzalez City for so many years, she knew every power player like the back of her hand.
Now, watching the Northern restaurant, which no one had dared to disturb for over a decade, about to be destroyed, Itai Huntington couldn’t help but try to stop Julius Reed.
It wasn’t that no one had caused trouble in the Northern restaurant; it was that those who did had dreadful outcomes.
Once, a rich playboy from another province returned from abroad and just happened to celebrate his birthday at the Northern restaurant.
After a few rounds of drinks, he got into a conflict with some patrons here and even assaulted the security staff who tried to intervene.
It was said that the playboy was carried out that night, and a fortnight later, his family suddenly went bankrupt, with some members hanging themselves while others fell into comas.
Now, Julius Reed was about to make the same mistake, and out of both reason and emotion, Itai Huntington felt obliged to warn him.
After all, when those foreigners looked down on the people of their homeland, her heart was also very angry.
But anger aside, if they truly offended the big financial group behind Odingle, trouble would come crashing down ceaselessly.
“No matter how many come, I will kill them all.”
Julius Reed said with a smile, “Let’s see whether my knife is faster or their necks are tougher.”
“You… sigh!”
Itai Huntington let out a sigh and said no more.
She knew that once this man made up his mind, no one could change it.
Perhaps, except for Quella Radcliffe…
Crash!
The arrivals, armed with steel pipes, didn’t bother with pleasantries and started smashing down on the table fiercely!
“Damn it! Today, whoever smashes the most, I’ll give him ten million!”
Beckett Carmichael seemed to feel that it was not enough to vent his anger, so he rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a metal chair, and started smashing everything inside the Northern restaurant!
Watching his years of hard work turn into ashes, Mr. Carmichael’s eyes were nearly spewing fire.
His fists were clenched tightly, but his body didn’t have the strength to stand up.
Intense pain kept surging through him, and as he saw the Northern restaurant being smashed to pieces, he spurted out blood and passed out.
…
“You’ve been a bit rash.”
Outside the Northern restaurant, in the outdoor parking lot, Itai Huntington, with her arms crossed, smiled at Julius Reed.
One had to admit, even though this widow was nearing thirty, compared to those girls in their twenties, due to proper maintenance, she really didn’t look any worse.
Even because of her age, she had a unique charm to her.
No wonder those men dreamt of getting entangled with Itai Huntington.
But Julius Reed was not moved at all.
He had lived for a hundred thousand years, what kind of woman hadn’t he seen?
“That’s why, stay away from me. What if someone really retaliates and you get dragged into it? What then?”
Julius Reed gazed into the distance, not bothering to look directly at Itai Huntington.
He didn’t like the widow, but he didn’t dislike her either.
“Giggle, who told me to like you so much! How about coming over to my place tonight? I made stir-fried leeks with eggs and explode-fried kidneys with green onions to nourish you.”
Itai Huntington returned to her coquettish demeanor, gently blowing on Julius Reed’s neck.
The breath carrying a scent was like an enticing aphrodisiac, but Julius Reed turned his head away.
“Did you eat garlic tonight?”
Itai Huntington was stunned.
It seemed like in the evening meal…
There really was a bulb of garlic?
But… but it didn’t have any taste at all!
She, so concerned with her image, always avoided such things, and even chewed several pieces of gum before coming out.
“Ha!”
Itai Huntington gently covered her mouth and blew out a breath.
No smell, very fragrant.
“Ha.”
She blew again.
“Stop blowing, I just saw that a bulb of garlic was in the dish on your table,” Julius Reed said, holding back a smile. “I just asked whether you ate garlic, I didn’t say your breath smelled like garlic.”
“You!”
Itai Huntington’s face instantly turned bright red, as it was the first time in her life to be teased.
“Go to hell! You unromantic steel-hearted man!”
She lightly punched Julius Reed, then turned around, picked up her purse, and ran off.