Chapter 53 A Billion–Dollar Compensation
Over the past three years, the Black Panther Club had expanded rapidly, taking on quite a few.
apprentices. Therefore, Justin decided to occupy all the vacant buildings on Windows Street–now the. whole street was Black Panther Club territory.
Brittany walked into the club with Daniel in tow. No sooner had they entered than they were surrounded by a dozen disciples in black practice uniforms, led by their senior brother, Albert Mills, Justin’s only son.
Daniel glanced around; there wasn’t a friendly face in sight. Yet he kept his smile and asked politely, ‘Is
Justin around?”
“Who the hell are you? Who gave you the right to speak my dad’s name?” Albert threw the cup of hot
water he was holding at Daniel’s face.
Daniel didn’t dodge. Instead, with quick reflexes, he grabbed a scar–faced man standing to his right and hauled him in front of him. All the boiling water splashed onto the man’s face.
“Ah! Aaah!” Scar–Face’s skin turned beet red, with the skin peeling off, as he covered his face with both hands and let out a piercing scream.
Albert was shocked. He pointed accusatorily at Daniel, “You jerk, you got some nerve! How dare you
splash hot water on his face?”
“Was it me who threw that water?”
“If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”
“I don’t know, maybe some dumb ass motherfucker did it.”
Daniel’s reply left Albert red with fury.
“Everyone saw what happened. You threw the water that burned his face. If there’s a dumb ass motherfucker here, it’s you! You moron, you owe him for his medical bills and mental anguish. I’ll make it easy for you–a billion dollars should suffice!”
“A billion? What if I don’t have that kind of money?”
“That’s simple.”
Albert gestured, and a squat man approached, carrying a kettle of boiling water. “See this kettle? They were going to make coffee with it, but if you’re not paying up, I’m afraid we’ll have to give you a face wash.
first.”
Albert commanded, “Hold him down, wash his face with this kettle, make him snap out of it. This idiot
dare make trouble in the Black Panther Club?”
Two members approached Daniel, one from the left and the other from the right. They tried to grab his arms simultaneously–one going for the right, the other for the left. As they grasped his wrists, Daniel
spun them into a twist.
Crack! Crack!
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With two crisp snaps, he twisted their arms a full three hundred and sixty degrees.
“Ah!” “Aaaah!”
The men howled in agony.
Albert was stunned, looking at Daniel with disbelief. “You dare to strike them?”
“It’s self–defense. If you all wanna keep your arms, I suggest you stay away from me.”
Daniel swept his gaze over the crowd and introduced himself matter–of–factly. “I’m Daniel, the assistant from TMO. I’m here to notify the Black Panther Club you need to move out as per our agreement. We can talk this out if you want to be reasonable. But if you prefer to communicate with fists, I’m fine with that
too.”
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