Chapter 2002
Dennis was furious to be pped out of the blue.
He held his own face and red at Tyranno. In a trembling voice, he said, "Tyranno, you..."
Tyranno interrupted, "Dennis Turner, why did you call me over for a suicide mission? Do you not know that Mr. Cross is an extremely powerful fighter? He is the reason my arm is in a cast, and I have over ten men in the hospital because of him. How dare you ask me to go against Mr.
Cross? Are you trying to kill me?"
What? Tyranno lost a fight against Nathan, who broke his arm in the process?
Dennis was bbergasted.
He scanned Nathan from head to toe again, and it seemed that the former was trying to make sense of everything.
When the men''s eyes met, Nathan asked calmly, "So, Dennis Turner, are you still going to kill me?"
Dennis turned red in embarrassment.
He growled angrily, "Don''t think you can do whatever you want just because you''re a good fighter. This is Brimmopolis. Do you honestly think that no one can deal with you just because you can throw a punch? I bet you don''t have the guts to wait a little longer while I call someone else!"
Despite all that had happened, Dennis still refused to admit defeat and wanted to get someone else.
Nathan grinned. He had a cruel smile on when he replied, "Oh, I''ll wait. Call everyone you know.
Heck, call your strongest ally over. I''ll y this game with you until the very end."
Dennis fished his phone out immediately.
He didn''t make a call once he did that, though. Instead, he thought about who in hiswork was the strongest.
He had many allies, and among them, the most powerful one was the Deputy Director of the General Office of the Ministry of Education, Freddy Loran.
Freddy''s baby brother, Glen Loran, was also in league with the local police.
Asking Director Loran over to help me is the best option.
Aftering to that conclusion, Dennis called Freddy without hesitating. The former spoke carefully, "Director Loran, this is Dennis. I''d like to ask you for a favor."
Freddy was changing his pants in the hotel at that moment.
He had just calmed his nerves down and was still reeling in from being frightened by the Chief Military Governor earlier.
Hearing Dennis'' call for help got Freddy to frown.
He was the leader of the General Office of the Ministry of Education, whereas Dennis was a somewhat famous entrepreneur in Brimmopolis.
Dennis would show up and help, both physically and financially, at any charity event that the Ministry of Education threw.
Hence, the two of them knew each other. Dennis also spared no effort in buttering Freddy up in private, so the two men were pretty close.
Freddy hesitated for a moment before replying, "You''re in the Crystal Hotel now? Okay, I''ll head over.
Hearing that got Dennis ecstatic. He
quickly added, "Please bring your brother, Glen, along. The punk who insulted and hurt me is an extremely good fighter. He is also arrogant, and worry that he won''t be respectful, even to you." Content
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Freddy''s expression turned sour as he replied, "I''d like to see what this arrogant outsider looks like."
Freddy hung up the call, then dialed his brother''s number. "My friend got attacked in Crystal Hotel. He said that the perpetrator is a barbaric but strongman. I''ll head over now, and you should bring some police officers over as well."
"Okay."
In the lobby of the Crystal Hotel.
Dennis sneered at Nathan and threatened, “You are so dead, punk!"
"Really?” replied Nathan nonchntly with a smile.
Tyranno''s gaze shifted between the two men. He suddenly asked, "Mr. Cross, if there is nothing else for me to do, can I leave now?"
Nathan and Dennis replied simultaneously, "No!"
Dennis reprimanded angrily, "Tyranno, you blind fool. How dare you get so scared of an outsider that you pped me on his behalf? You cannot leave because this matter has not settled yet!"
Nathan chuckled and replied, "You came all the way over, Tyranno, so don''t be so eager to leave. Wait until the matter is settled."
Tyranno started sweating profusely.
A bitter taste spread across hisMaterial ? N?velDrama.Org.
mouth, and his heart thumped like it
had a thousand horses running acrossit. What the hell? Why am I, the fowly criminal, involved inthis fight among powerful figures?