Chapter 147 Buzz Cut


    Around 10.00 PM, the bar was jam–packed.


    Isabelle and Jimi upied a booth, and there were already seven or eight empty bottles on the table.


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    “Hey, there. You seem like you can handle your drinks. Want to join me for a drink? If I’m happy, I’ll foot the bill tonight.” a thin guy with a buzz cut came over, drink in hand.


    He <b>was </b>trailed by seven or eight pals.


    Isabelle and Jim paid him no mind, carrying on their chat and toasting, as though he didn’t exist.


    Feeling snubbed, Buzz Cut felt awkward as his smile faded. He plonked himself down next to Isabelle. “Hey, pretty girl. Why are you ignoring me?” he asked, attempting to put his arm around Isabelle. “I’m not a creep. Just trying to make friends.”


    But just as he reached out towards Isabelle’s shoulder, his wrist was grabbed by someone else.


    He nced over and met Jim’s smiley face.


    “Buddy, keep your hands to yourself,” <b>Jim </b>said.


    “I’m talking to her. Why are you butting in? Beat it it you know what’s good for you,” Buzz Cut shap irritated by Jim’s interference. He looked Jim up and down and found his suit jarring.


    “I paid for this <b>spot</b><b>, </b>and you’re telling me to scram?” Jim said while applying pressure to the guy’s wrist, lifting his arm over Isabelle’s head.


    Buzz Cut winced in pain, trying to pull away.


    But he hadn’t anticipated Jim, who appeared delicate, to be so strong that he couldn’t budge.


    When Jim released him, the guy’s wrist was already bruised.


    He winced as he rubbed his sore <b>wrist</b>, his expression turning <b>sour</b>.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    Then he got up


    <b>and </b>sat beside Jim, putting his arm around Jim’s shoulder.


    “Hey, buddy, what do you do for a living?” he asked, adjusting Jim’s suit and tie.


    “I heard guys these days dress.


    these days dress up


    sales?” he inquired.


    <i>cy </i>to impress girls at bars. You look sharp. Are you in <b>real </b>estate or


    Jim grinned. “Just your averagewyer.”


    Buzz Cut burst intoughter, his buddies joining in with loud chuckles.


    Once theughter died down/Buzz Cut gave Jim’s shoulder a firm pat. His smile was still stered on his face, but there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. “Damn. What a coincidence. Gang members like me lovewyers like you.


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    Chapter 147 Buzz Cut


    trying to charm thedies? Is that even legal?” Buzz Cut teased, poking fun at Jim.


    Jim just smiled faintly, quietly sipping his drink,


    “Oh, are you scared now? Afraid to speak, worried about losing your job if the word gets out? Weren’t <b>you </b>all tough just now?” Buzz Cut taunted, feeling sing when Jim hesitated, prompting him to brag even


    more.


    “Hey, Mr. Big Shot, fell me: If I drag you out for a beatdown and then have this pretty girl have drinks with me, what would I be charged with?”


    Jim replied, “You won’t be charged.”


    Buzz Cut burst intoughter <b>again</b>, giving Jim’s shoulder another pat.


    “So, you’re a chicken, huh?” Buzz Cut’s tone turned sinister. “Now you’re scared? Toote. You picked the wrong person to mess <b>with</b>, buddy.”


    Buzz Cut kept his arm around Jim’s shoulder, making threats.


    Isabelle clicked her tongue. “It’s getting a bit rowdy. Should I step in, or are you good?”


    Jim said, “I got <b>this</b>.”


    With that, he tilted his head back and chugged his drink in one go. Then, Jim turned to face Buzz Cut. As the alcohol went down his throat, he suddenly swung his arm up,nding a hard elbow strike on Buzz Cut’s face. Buzz Cut immediately started bleeding and crashed onto the <b>sofa</b>.


    His buddies were shocked, then rallied and rushed at Jim with fists raised. Jim stood up abruptly, swiftly kicking the nearest guy away.


    Isabelle watched, finding the sight of a man in a suit and sses fighting quite intriguing. Combined with Jim’s determined and fierce moves, it was quite a spectacle.


    She couldn’t help but think of George, always impably dressed.


    She figured that a big shot with divine protection must be skilled inbat.


    She wondered if she’d ever see him fighting in a suit. With that thought, she took <b>a </b>sip of her drink<b>. </b>Yeah, that would be something to see<b>.</b>


    When Isabelle snapped back to reality, Buzz Cut’s men were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain.


    The nearby patrons had scattered, but they hadn’t gone far, just watching the chaos from a distance.


    After all, bar fights like this were nothing new, and everyone was ustomed to it.


    Jim adjusted his <b>sses</b>, still holding his drink steadily. He walked over, grabbed Buzz Cut, who was starting toe to, and tossed him aside.


    Then he poured himself another drink.


    As he did, he <b>said </b>to Buzz Cut, “Dragging me out for a fight or having her drink with you won’tnd you in any trouble.”


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