Chapter 70 Consultant
Ryan wasn’t trying to disrespect Daniel, but the situation around him was too chaotic. He needed to keep things under control; the last thing he wanted was to see things spiral out of control!
Outside the TMO headquarters, a massive crowd had gathered, with participants donning various club uniforms. Although not in the hundreds of thousands, the crowd definitely numbered in the tens of thousands. These individuals had blocked off several nearby streets; no one could access the area. Martial Club United had completely surrounded TMO, turning it into an isolated island.
Despite the formidable crowd, Jessica’s expression remained unperturbed, maintaining the composure of a queen. As the acting chairman of Martial Club United, Ryan approached her.
“Chairman Rose, you’ve gathered so many people to surround TMO; what’s your intention? TMO has always had no affiliations with Martial Club United, and I’m unaware of any offense we may have caused
you.
Before Ryan could respond, Justin emerged, supported by a crutch. “Jessica, take a good look at me. See what I’ve
been reduced to.”
When Jessica saw Justin’s state, she couldn’t help but snicker internally. The staff she had previously sent to Black Panther Club had been beaten every single time, returning battered and bruised. Who could have imagined Justin would have his day too? Beaten to such a state?
While she was pleased with the turn of events, she couldn’t possibly admit it had anything to do with her you or Daniel. “Mr. Justin, what happened to you? Did you have a little tumble into a sewer? Or perhaps were hit by a car on your way out?”
“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what happened, Jessica! You’re fully aware of what befell me! Your guy did this to me! He injured not only me but also dozens of my Black Panther Club disciples. He even scalded my son’s mouth with boiling water!”
“Mr. Justin, you’re saying that my person beat up dozens of Black Panther Club’s disciples? That he scalded your son’s mouth with boiling water? And that even you, one of New York’s top ten martial powers, got roughed up by this person I supposedly sent? If such a person exists, I would love to hire him. to help me. I could offer him a yearly salary of ten million just to beat you up every three days! After all, for the past three years, I’ve sent hundreds of TMO employees to your club, and not one of them came back unscathed. They all return beaten and battered, and I’ve lost count of how much I’ve spent on their medical bills. You must know how much I detest you. If I could find someone who could beat you, I would have hired him as our consultant to deal with your club long ago. So, Mr. Justin, after all that talk about what that person did, why don’t you give me their contact information? I would immediately hire him to beat you up every single day!”
Jessica’s speech silenced everyone. Even Justin, who had come with such a bluster, was at a loss for words. He hadn’t expected her to respond like that, and he started to doubt whether the person who had beaten him was from TMO at all. Could he have been mistaken?
