Chapter 877


    Alfred scanned the room with his gaze. Everyone felt a chill running down their spine.


    They had witnessed how he had killed a hundred gangsters. The bloody image was still fresh in their


    minds.


    Alfred asked Fatso, “Well, who was it that insulted the Booth family?”


    Fatso pointed at Zeke and used them, “It’s the two of them.”


    As Alfred approached Zeke, he inquired, “You’d better be sure that you didn’t start this fight.”


    Fatso felt guilty, but he dered, “Of course not. After you warned me thest time, I haven’t been


    stirring up any trouble.”


    Alfred nodded, “That should be the case. The Booths will not bully others, but that doesn’t mean that


    we’ll allow others to lord over us.”


    He questioned Zeke haughtily, “Are you the one who insulted the Booths and bullied my cousin?”


    When Zeke saw Alfred, he sighed.


    I didn’t want to deal with the Williams in Atheville during my trip here, but they’re everywhere, aren’t


    they?


    Alfred Booth was someone Zeke knew back when he lived with the Williams. Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    When Alfred was young, he was a martial arts instructor at the Williams residence. He taught martial


    arts to the young Williams men.


    Naturally, Zeke was one of his “students”.


    However, because of his lowly status in the Williams family———he was no better than a servant——


    Alfred had not taught him anything.


    In fact, in order to curry favor with Zach, the favorite son, he even made life difficult for Zeke. Back


    then, Zeke was unable to eat his fill and was tormented by Alfred on a daily basis. With that, he


    managed to train up his endurance and patience.


    That endurance allowed Zeke to be the man he was today.


    Alfred spat impatiently, “Hey, I’m talking to you. Did you bully my cousin?”


    Zeke looked up and replied, “It’s been a while, Instructor Booth.”


    Alfred was taken aback. No one’s called me that for decades! How did he know that I used to be an


    instructor?


    He scrutinized Zeke from top to toe and quickly recognized him.


    “You’re that disowned child, Zeke?”


    Zeke was now a domineering man; he was no longer that frail boy from the past. That was why Alfred


    did not recognize him at first nce.


    Zeke nodded, “That’s right.”


    Naturally, Zeke was one of his “students”.


    However, because of his lowly status in the Williams family———he was no better than a servant——


    Alfred had not taught him anything.


    Alfred inhaled sharply, “I didn’t expect you to be alive. From the looks of it, you’re doing quite well.”


    Alfred inhaled sharply, “I didn’t expect you to be alive. From the looks of it, you’re doing quite well.”


    Zeke replied, “You must be disappointed.”


    Alfred shook his head, “Sorry, I can’t be bothered to let small fry like you affect my mood. I heard you


    insulted my ancestors?”


    Lacey exined, “He didn’t! Don’t take Fatso’s word for it. He was finding trouble for us and we


    definitely have not insulted your ancestors in any way.”


    Alfred turned to Zeke, “Is she telling the truth?”


    Zeke nodded, “She is. I didn’t insult your ancestors earlier, but that was a mistake on my part. If you


    don’t mind, I’ll start now. The Booths are all good-for-nothings.”


    Lacey’s face was drained of all colors. What on earth is Zeke thinking? We’ve got enough on our te


    as it is!


    The crowd was shaken. This guy insulted the Booths in front of Alfred! He’s asking for trouble!


    Fatso’s expression darkened, “Look, my cousin. You heard it yourself. He insulted the Booths in front of


    you. He’s obviously taking you for granted. If you don’t teach him a lesson, we’ll be cursed by our


    ancestors.”