Chapter 89.

There were a lot of people gathered in the bar. Some of

them were spectators. Others were involved in the fight. The group that

the onlookers were most interested in was a small group led by James. A

few of them had bruises covering their faces and blood rushing from their

faces. They were forced to kneel on the ground, looking hopeless. "James,

how did you end up like this?" Dahlia could not help but frown when she

noticed James' injuries. "Sis! You're finally here!" James staggered as

he stood up. It was almost as if he had met an angel. "Oh! My poor son!

Who did this to you? Tell me. I'll give them what they deserve!" Florence

shrieked at James, heartbroken. Even when her son made a mistake, she

could not bring herself to life a finger against him. There was no way

she would allow others beat him up like this. "Mom! That's the bastard

who hit me!" James pointed behind him, looking vicious. Florence followed

his gesture, and her eyes fell on a beautiful woman in a revealing dress

sitting calmly at a table. Behind her stood a few burly, strong–looking

men. "Bitch! You are all dead meat! My sister is the president of the

Quine Group! You will pay for hitting me!" James roared. They would pay

twice the price of what he had gone through! "The Quine Group? Is it

powerful?" The woman in the red dress swirled her glass of wine, unfazed

by his words. "Humph! You don't even know the Quine Group! I knew you

guys looked uncultured! Let me warn you. Hurry up and apologize to my son

and settle for his medical fees. Otherwise, you'll all pay the price!"

Florence warned. "Old bitch! You dare disrespect our boss? I'll rip your

tongue apart!" shouted one of the men standing behind the woman in red.

He pulled out a switchblade. "What? Are you threatening me? You think you

scare me?" Florence scoffed as she stumbled two steps backward with fear.

She was stubborn. "What happened?" Dahlia had always been the rational

one. She started asking about the situation. "What happened? You should

ask your brother about that." The woman in the red dress stood up slowly

and pointed at James. "He started making a commotion at my place. He even

started hitting my men. I was just teaching him a lesson. I'm not

crossing the line, right?" "I'll pay for the damage done. But why did you

have to be so cruel to him?" Dahlia asked, frowning. "Cruel? Haha! I

already went easy on him. Otherwise, he would've lost more limbs!" The

woman sneered. Enough! I won't waste another second with you. If you want

to settle this peacefully, hand over 700 thousand dollars! If you don't,

none of you will leave this room!" "700 thousand dollars? Why not go rob

someone?!" James roared. "That's right! I haven't dealt with you for

hurting my son! How dare you ask us for money? Where did you get your

guts?!" Florence glared at her. "You guys

better come to your senses while I'm still being nice. After my man gets

here, it won't be as simple as handing over money," the woman replied

calmly. "So what if you have a man? Tell him to come here this instant if

you dare! I want to see how capable he really is!" Florence pushed,

unafraid. "You're messing with the wrong guy! Do you know who our lady's

man is? He's Sir Draco! Our leader of South City, the Cobra!" boasted one

of the men. "The Cobra?!" The Nicholson family immediately turned pale.

Swinton had four main territories: the North, South, East, and West

Cities. East City was ruled by the King of the Underworld, Trevor

Spanner. Meanwhile, South City was ruled by the infamous Cobra! Compared

to the King of the Underworld, the Cobra was said to be even more

relentless and vile. According to legend, the Cobra loved raising

alligators. Anyone who dared cross him was fed to his gators. People from

West City could not afford to offend the Cobra. They really were in

trouble this time!