Chapter 198


    That night, they went to Chanaentown for a drink. They could all hold their liquor very well and drank to


    their hearts'' content, except for Catherine because she was the designated driver.


    It seemed like men loved to gourmandize and quaff whenever they hung out.


    That night, everybody was happy and grateful. They felt lucky to have each other as sworn siblings.


    When it was one o''clock in the morning, they began to feel tipsy.


    Catherine sat aside quietly and patiently as she observed them enjoying their booze.


    Upon seeing that, Simon said to Jonathan teasingly, “Catherine is shy, but she is a gooddy.


    Jonathan, you must cherish her.”


    Jonathan revealed a faint smile. “No worries, Simon. I certainly will.”


    Catherine, who had not been talking much, suddenly raised her ss and said to Simon, “Simon, here


    is a toast from me to you.”


    Simon froze for a second before bursting outughing in response.


    A whileter, everyone decided to call it a day as they hopped in the Bentley. Catherine drove them


    back to the hotel.


    The night view in Lostaria was glorious and splendid.


    On the way back to the hotel, snow was drifting.


    Jonathan sat in the passenger seat. He was feeling good, albeit a little dizzy. Overall, he was


    untroubled.


    The most enjoyable thing for drinkers like him was the intoxication. When that happened, they could


    say whatever they wanted with little concern about what others might think of them.


    As Catherine drove on, snowkes sprinkled on the windshield under the gleam of the streetlights.


    Jonathan turned to the backseat and saw that three men had already passed out. They were sitting in


    amusing positions.


    He could not help but smile before turning to Catherine.


    Catherine felt his gaze and turned to look at him, only to find herself staring into a pair of tranquil and


    limpid eyes.


    Shortly after that, Catherine shifted her focus back onto the road.


    Jonathan curled his lips again. A gratified feeling aroused inside him.


    Although Lucio, Jeremy, and Edward are threatening to me, I''m not afraid of them anymore because I


    know I''m not alone.


    Jonathan admired the drifting snow through the window. He also noticed many Christmas


    embellishments on the windows of shops along the streets.


    In Lostaria, Christmas was an important day. Its significance could be considered to be at par with New


    Year''s Day in Chanaea.


    Christmas had already been over about ten days ago, but the atmosphere on the streets remained be


    festive and lively.


    Bang!


    All of a sudden, there was an ident.


    Catherine mmed on the brakes when a man came out of nowhere and crashed with the car.


    She saw the man tumble to the ground as though the car had just hit him.


    The men in the back jolted awake. The sudden stop had thrown them out of their seats. When they got


    back to their senses, they asked in unison, “What happened?”


    “I didn''t hit him. He just ran into the car,” said Catherine to Jonathan. Her countenance remained


    unperturbed.


    Initially, Jonathan thought Catherine had been careless. However, it was rather odd to hear her say


    that.


    “I''ll go take a look.” Without further ado, Jonathan pushed the door open and got out of the car. He saw


    a man in his thirties sitting on the ground, moaning in pain.


    The man, a Smender, was wearing a leather jacket. He had a crew cut. There was a hint of


    imperceptible guile in his eyes.


    “Are you all right?” Jonathan asked in fluent Ustranasian.


    The Smender looked up at Jonathan andined in Ustranasian with a Lostaria ent, “What


    do you think? I think my tailbone is shattered.” He paused a moment before continuing, “Damn you,


    Chanaean. You should be careful when you drive.”


    Jonathan was a clever man. He realized the Smender was a fraudster who had staged the ident.


    No matter where I go, there''ll always be hooligans and crooks. Now, I have finally bumped into a crash-


    for-cash scammer.


    Jonathan smiled and said, “Well, buddy. It''s pretty cold in the middle of the night, so I''ll give you one


    hundred for your good y. Quit messing with me.”


    With that said, Jonathan took out a few banknotes from his wallet and gave them to the Smender.


    The Smender hurriedly took the money from Jonathan before putting the cash into his pocket.


    Greed shed in his eyes. Then, he caught a whiff of alcohol. He thought Jonathan hadpromised


    without hesitation because thetter was guilty. The fraudster said to Jonathan, “I see. You just drove


    under the influence and hit me. Corrupted Chanaeans are born rotten. Ournd of Lostaria has been


    befouled by Chanaeans like you. You''ll be detained for one hundred days if I call the police now.”


    Upon hearing that, Jonathan frowned in annoyance. After a moment of silence, heughed. “Do you


    really think so highly of yourself? Do you think you can mock us like that? You''ve just scammed us, yet


    you''re the one calling us Chanaeans corrupted? Who''s the corrupted one, exactly?”


    Jonathan stopped being polite because refused to tolerate ridicule.


    The Smender''s face darkened when he heard what Jonathan had said. Boiling with anger, he stood


    up and shot a re at Jonathan. “Chanaean bastard, what did you just say?”


    Jonathanughed again and replied, “What? Can''t I speak for my people now? Do you think your kind


    is superior to us?”


    The Smender said, “Of course we are. Otherwise, why are Chanaeans so desperate to migrate or


    send their kids to Anndur with their money? Because of that, Lostaria is already polluted by those


    Chanaean bastards like you. You should nevere to Anndur if you think your country is better


    than ours.”


    When Jonathan was about to fight back, Elijah suddenly darted forward and snarled, “F*ck! I can''t take


    this anymore! Jonathan, there''s no need to reason with him. He is not worthy! Let me teach him a


    lesson!”


    Elijah''s proficiency in Ustranian was quite good because of his family background.


    With that said, Elijah walked to the man and asked coldly, “What did you call us just now?”


    The Smender showed no sign of fear. He sneered, “Oh, what do we have here? What are you going


    to do to a victim? So what if I just called you a Chanaean bastard?”


    Elijah threw a fit and spat a mouthful of spittle squarely on the Smender''s face before giving him a


    p.


    Instantly, the Smender''s left cheek became swollen instantly. Blood trickled down his lips. The


    powerful p even knocked out one of his teeth.


    Elijah said, “Look! This is how a victim looks like. Get it? You asked for it.”


    Infuriated, the Smender was about to strike back.


    However, Elijah kicked him to the ground before the fraudster could make a move.


    Next, Elijah stepped on the Smender''s head and asked, “Surrender?”


    The Smender was unable to think properly after receiving the second blow. When Elijah stepped


    harder, the excruciating pain brought the fraudster back to his senses and made him beg for mercy.


    “Surrender! I surrender now!”


    “Tell me. Who is the bastard now?” Elijah asked.


    “I-I am!” the Smender replied.


    Elijah said again, “I can''t hear you.”


    “I''m the bastard!” the Smender cried out.


    Elijah smiled contentedly before giving the man a kick. “Scram!”


    The Smender hurriedly stood up and fled the scene.


    Elijah turned to Jonathan and said, “See, Jonathan. To treat someone like him, you got to show them


    your true color.”


    Jonathan rubbed his nose helplessly and patted Elijah on the shoulder. He said, “Sometimes, the pen


    is mightier than the sword.”


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    Elijah rubbed his head. “What do you mean?”


    Atst, the farce was over.


    As for that Smender, he would have had a pleasant night if it had not for his greed and uncouth


    behavior.


    Afterward, Jonathan and Elijah got into the car. Catherine drove on.


    However, one bad thing seemed to lead to another.


    When Jonathan thought everything was over, several police cars with ring sirens appeared head-on


    twenty minutester, forcing Catherine to pull the Bentley over.


    A dozen police officers quickly got out of the car. They pulled out their guns and besieged the Bentley


    as if they were arresting some kind of international criminal.


    “Everyone, get out of the car now! Hands above your head, and get down!” a chubby officer barked. At


    the same time, the Smender who had received a beating from Elijah showed up and said, “They


    were drunk driving, officer. They even beat me.”


    Jonathan and the others got out of the car, but they did not raise their hands as the police officer had


    demanded.


    At that point, Simon was alreadypletely sober. He instructed Elijah and Lesley, “Take all their guns


    away. Then, we talk.”


    Elijah and Lesley nodded before making their move at lightning speed.


    In a blink of the eye, they snatched the guns away before the police officers could even respond.


    They managed to collect ten guns.


    When the police officers realized what had happened, their faces were drained of color.


    Simon walked towards the chubby officer. The move sent a shiver down thetter''s spine.


    Meanwhile, the Smender hurriedly hid in the back upon realizing that he had messed with the wrong


    people.


    With a cold gaze, Simon said to the chubby officer, “Can you tell us what we have done wrong?”


    The chubby officer took a deep breath andposed himself. “Someone reported you for drunk


    driving.”


    Simon said, “We did drink, but driver didn''t. Is there anyw in Losteria that forbids a drunken person


    from riding in a car?”


    “N-No!” the chubby officer answered, his voice shaking.


    Simon said, “Nevertheless, we shall prove our innocence. Ask your men to check the driver. She hasn''t


    made a single move.”


    The chubby officer heeded Simon. He ordered his subordinates to carry out a test on Catherine.


    The breathalyzer showed that Catherine''s blood alcohol concentration was indeed low.


    “Can we go now?” asked Simon sternly.


    “Yes! Of course!” the chubby officer hurriedly replied.


    It only then did Simon ask Lesley to return the guns to the police officers.


    After the chubby officer got back his gun, he turned to the Smender. “Arrest him now!”


    The police squad left soon after that. Simon turned around and got into the car.


    The way he solved the matter was simple and crude yet effective.


    Elijah would have done the same.


    On the other hand, Jonathan was a rather forbearing person. He would tried to reason first. Then, when


    the other party managed to tick him off, he would go for a brutal approach, just like the time when he


    beat up Bethany, and another time when he assigned Kieran to taunt Leonardo.


    Jonathan was thest to get into the car.


    Catherine started the Bentley and sped off to Griffin Hotel.


    Once they arrived at the hotel, Catherine passed the car key to a guard before she walked toward the


    lobby with the others.


    It was then that they noticed something strange.