Chapter 211 Justin, I Got Hit


    Afterughing, Brittany''s derision wasn’t satisfied, so she brazenly went on, "Cousin, how is it? I told


    you the country boy''s lobster would taste terrible, didn’t I? It looks okay on the outside, but I bet it’s


    no good to eat."


    Amelia didn''t answer right away; instead, she handed a piece of lobster to Brittany. "You try it," she


    insisted.


    "I definitely won’t! Anything cooked by that country boy won’t taste good!"


    Brittany refused to eat the lobster made by Daniel. Ignoring her stubbornness, Amelia peeled a


    piece and straight up ced it in Brittany''s mouth. The moment the lobster''s vors burst on her


    pte, Brittany instinctively began to chew.


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    Before even finishing the first piece, Brittany reached for a second. Seeing her savor the dish,


    Amelia asked with a grin, "So, how’s the lobster that your boyfriend made? Isn''t it super delicious?"


    "It''s just okay, passable!" Brittany would never praise Daniel. No matter how delicious it was, she


    would only admit it was average at best. For her to even concede that much, she believed was high


    praise for Daniel.


    ...


    Elsewhere, a drenched Beardog, fresh from a bath and clothed anew, hastened to Windows Street.


    He was shocked to find the ck Panther Club members appearing to be moving out despite the


    late hour.


    Feeling confused and unsure of what had happened, he ran upstairs to find Justin sitting


    despondently in his office, nursing a drink. On seeing Justin, Beardog rushed over to the desk like a


    man finding his long-lost father. "Justin! You have to help me!"


    "And you are?" Justin squinted at him for several seconds before recognition dawned.


    "You''re Beardog?"


    "Yeah, it''s me, Justin, I''m Beardog!"


    "Beardog, what happened to your face? How did it swell up like that? Your face looks like a pig’s


    head."


    "Justin, I’ve been beaten up, look at the state of my face!"


    "Who did this to you?"


    "A country bumpkin!"


    curse! A country bumpkin dared to hit my men? Where is he? I''ll go sort him out right now!" Justin


    was already seething with rage after being hit by Daniel and was seeking someone to unleash his


    anger upon.


    "The country boy''s at Bell Street!"


    "Head there first, keep the country boy there, and make sure he doesn''t escape. I''ll organize things


    on my end and will bring people over shortly!"


    Bell Street was a coveted location, New York''s best food street, and Beardog had always managed


    it. The businesses on Bell Street paid substantial management fees annually, amounting to tens of


    millions of dors, almost pure profit with minimal costs.


    The fact someone had hit Beardog on Bell Street clearly meant that someone was trying to take


    over that street. Therefore, Justin needed to stand by Beardog. Moreover, he’d bring his club


    members with him to let whoever was there know not to mess with Justin.


    Selecting a few of his best fighters, Justin sent them as bodyguards with Beardog. As for himself,


    he nned to touch up his image a bit before making a dramatic appearance.