Chapter 16 Confronting Silas Cook_1

"I heard someone was throwing a banquet here, so the humble Silas Cook came to liven things up!"

After kicking open the door to the private room, Silas Cook swaggered in, holding a bottle of alcohol.

Several burly underlings followed him.

Calvin Leopold and his group didn't come in; they stood outside, listening.

They were just waiting for Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed to be humiliated before they came in to enjoy the spectacle.

"Sir, you..."

Slap!

A waiter had just started to speak when one of Silas Cook's underlings slapped him across the face.

"Are you fucking blind? You don't recognize Brother Silas?"

This slap startled the Radcliffe Group employees and members of the Radcliffe Clan present.

These few people already looked fierce and ferocious, and with their aggressive entrance, how could anyone not be afraid?

"It's alright, don't scare the guests!"

Silas Cook gestured with his hand, signaling his underlings to back off.

"I'm here today for one reason only: to offer everyone a drink."

He swaggered over to the table and slammed the beer he was holding down on it with a 'bang'.

"Today, who's the host?"

Silas Cook looked around the room and asked.

All eyes promptly turned to Quella Radcliffe.

"I am!"

Quella Radcliffe stood up, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Silas Cook, "And who might you be?"

It was clear that the visitor had ill intentions.

But as far as she could remember, she hadn't provoked anyone.

"The humble Silas Cook, wishing to share a drink with Miss Radcliffe."

Silas Cook raised his glass, and his underlings immediately refilled it for him.

"Silas Cook from Gonzalez City, I've heard he's a tough guy with quite a few lives on his hands these past few years."

"How did we get on this plague's bad side?"

Hearing the infamous name of Silas Cook, the employees and clan members all seemed a bit fearful.

They were all law-abiding citizens, when had they ever witnessed such a scene?

However, it seemed that Silas Cook was targeting Quella Radcliffe specifically, and it had nothing to do with them.

With this thought, everyone was actually quite eager to watch the drama unfold.

"So it's Brother Silas."

Quella Radcliffe had also heard of Silas Cook's notoriety.

However, she hadn't given it much thought, as there was absolutely no connection between them.

Quella Radcliffe didn't want trouble, so she raised her glass and shared a drink with Silas Cook.

But before she could even put her glass down, Silas Cook's underling had already refilled it.

"What do you mean by this?"

Quella Radcliffe frowned, unease growing inside her.

"It's said that with good friends, a thousand cups of wine are too few. Miss Radcliffe, surely you won't deny me this face, right?"

Silas Cook swirled his glass, a taunting smile covering his face.

"Our Brother Silas has been out and about for many years, and no one has ever dared to disrespect him!"

"The last person who dared to not give face to Brother Silas got both his legs broken!"

"Don't be unappreciative!"

The underlings behind Silas Cook jeered menacingly, their words carrying an obvious threat.

"I'll drink for her!"

Just as Quella Radcliffe didn't know what to do, Julius Reed stood up from beside her and snatched the glass away.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!"

Silas Cook's face darkened, and he smashed his glass to the ground.

"When I do things, it's not anyone else's place to interfere! Kid, you're really fucking spoiling the mood!"

As soon as Silas Cook finished speaking, his underlings started advancing towards Julius Reed.

"Brother Silas, this is my husband, I'll share a drink with you."

Quella Radcliffe hurriedly picked up the glass, standing in front of Julius Reed.

The rest of them took their seats, keen to watch the show.

"Oh! So it's Miss Radcliffe's husband!"

Silas Cook picked his ear, speaking with disdain, "I've heard the Radcliffe Family married off to some loser, turns out it's this guy right here!"

He shook his head, pointing at Quella Radcliffe, "I can let it go, but you see this case of beer? You and I will split it, drink it all up!"

Clang!

An underling threw a case of beer on the ground, his gaze cold and threatening.

It was as if they would immediately rush over and break Julius Reed's legs if the challenge wasn't met.

Even a fool could tell that Silas Cook was here to pick a fight.

"Sit down!"

Julius Reed pressed on Quella Radcliffe's shoulder, making her sit back down in the chair.

"Brother Silas, right? I've long heard of your great reputation!"

Julius Reed picked up a bottle of beer from the table and weighed it in his hand.

"Kid, I really look down on you! A man who lives off a woman can't shit straight!"

Upon hearing these words, a smug look flashed across Silas Cook's eyes.

After all, a man's reputation was like a shadow, and he, Silas Cook, took pride in being known.

Bang!

But in the next moment, Julius Reed violently threw the beer bottle in his hand, smashing it right into Silas Cook's face!

The massive force made Silas Cook step back several times, and blood began to show on his forehead.

"Fuck! You think you can play tough with me?"

Silas Cook placed his hand on his forehead, gently wiping away the fresh blood, and then licked it with his tongue.

"Ptui!"

He let out a cold laugh and pointed at Julius Reed, "If I don't beat you crippled today, I'll take your surname!"

Bang!

The doors to the Emperor Hall were suddenly shut.

That scared even the diners.

Silas Cook was a ruthless man, and now Julius Reed dared to hit him on the head with a beer bottle!

A chill went down everyone's spine.

"Brother Silas, we have nothing to do with him, please don't take your anger out on us!"

An employee of Radcliffe Group stood up, saying with a forced smile.

He was genuinely afraid that Silas Cook, in his rage, would deal with him too.

Slap!

"Go to hell, quit making trouble!"

Silas Cook slapped the employee across the face and pulled a dagger from his lower back.

"Boy, since you dared to hit me today, I'm going to cripple your hands!"

"Julius!"

Quella Radcliffe was so anxious her heart almost reached her throat, if Silas Cook really got serious, it would be too late to call the police.

Now that the private room door was locked, the people outside had no idea what was happening inside.

It was a situation where heaven wouldn't respond and earth couldn't help.

"It's nothing, just a minor trouble."

Julius Reed patted her shoulder, signaling Quella Radcliffe not to worry.

He had yet to test how good his skills were since regaining his memory.

Now that someone with no foresight had come barging in, he might as well satisfy them.

"You're facing death and still playing the tough guy! Drag him over here!"

Silas Cook rubbed his eyes, tears streaming down nonstop.

Beer mixed with blood, making his eyes bloodshot and red.

"You dared to hit Brother Silas, you're asking for death!"

Several underlings strode over, reaching out to grab Julius Reed's arm.

Crack!

Julius Reed sidestepped, breaking one underling's arm directly!

"Ah..."

A scream like slaughtering a pig echoed in the private room, but Julius Reed had no intention of stopping.

His right foot kicked out fiercely, landing hard on the underling's chest.

Bang!

The entire body of the hitman went flying and lay on the ground, spitting out blood.

"Practitioner!"

Silas Cook's brow furrowed and he shot out like a snake!

"Be careful!"

Quella Radcliffe yelled out in alarm when she saw him suddenly make a move.

"Perfect timing!"

Julius Reed grabbed one underling with one hand, and spun his body around!

Purkch!

Silas Cook's knife, accurate and unerring, plunged right into the body of that underling.

Bang!

Seizing the moment, Julius Reed delivered a flying kick to Silas Cook's ribs!