Chapter 938 I Will Give You An Exnation


    “F*ck off, you creep.”


    With a swift and forceful kick, Donald sent Emmett hurtling from his seat, propelling him directly


    onto the dance floor.


    “Mr. Speight! Are you okay, Mr. Speight!”


    “D*mn it! Are you asking for trouble, kid?”


    The instant Emmett was toppled by Donald''s kick, a cluster of individuals from an adjacent booth


    promptly rose, poised to confront Donald. However, what chance did these young troublemakers


    stand against Donald?


    In session, they surged forward, only to be swiftly dealt with by Donald, much like a series of


    dishes being presented.


    In a mere two or three motions, Donald incapacitated them all. Emmett, lying immobilized on the


    ground, had never experienced such a substantial defeat.


    Upon witnessing the evident prowess of Donald''sbat skills, Emmett instantly wavered.


    This young man''s appearance suggests he''s a martial arts practitioner. Could he possess some


    kind of notable background?


    Noticing Emmett''s inclination to retreat, Donald nonchntly flung the ashtray from the table in front


    of him and remarked with indifference, “You showed disrespect to thedy. Break one of your


    fingers and leave.”


    Initially, Emmett had resolved to walk away, but Donald''s words instantly reignited a ze within


    him. D*mn it, I''m in my forties, and here I am being expected to treat a young girl like she''s above


    me?


    Emmett''s voice took on a deep resonance as he addressed Donald, “You''re quite arrogant, aren''t


    you? Are you even aware of whose territory this is? Daring to stir upmotion here, are you


    seeking an early demise?”


    Donald let out a light chuckle and responded, “I must admit, I really have no idea whose turf this is.


    Would you care to enlighten me?”


    “Perk up your ears and pay attention. This ce belongs to Mr. Livingston of the United Hearts


    Society. You''ve injured so many of my men. If you don''t give me a satisfactory exnation, I''ll


    summon Mr. Livingston to rectify this situation!”


    Emmett''s words dripped with a sense of righteousness and assurance, as though the mere act of


    calling for reinforcement would seal Donald''s fate.


    “You want an exnation? All right, I''ll give you one.”


    Donald approached the subordinates strewn on the floor, and without a hint of hesitation, he raised


    his foot and pressed it onto one of their outstretched hands.


    “Ah! Save me, Mr. Speight!”


    The young man''s fingers emitted a distinct crunch beneath the pressure of Donald''s foot. As Donald


    withdrew his foot, the young man''s five fingers bore an unsettling bend.


    Having trodden upon this subordinate, Donald showed no signs of stopping. Instead, he proceeded


    to the next, subjecting his hand to a simr fate.


    If Donald had previously merely exhibited disregard for Emmett, his actions now amounted to a


    direct p across Emmett''s face.


    Emmett''s anger reached its breaking point; he let out a furious roar and lunged at Donald. Yet, to


    his surprise, thetter''s foot swiftly rose, delivering a forceful kick directly to Emmett''s abdomen.


    The impact sent him sprawling onto the ground, ending up on his knees.


    Donald cast a disdainful gaze upon the kneeling Emmett. “You can''t possibly go against me. Why


    don''t you call for help?”


    At that very moment, Jedidiah Larkin, the individual responsible for overseeing the establishment,


    caught sight of the unfolding scene. He promptly approached, apanied by the bar''s security


    personnel.


    A divine-stage Penta Ste Warrior?


    As Jedidiah drew near, Donald experienced a touch of astonishment. It appeared that the United


    Hearts Society held more weight than he initially presumed, even managing to secure the protection


    of a divine-stage Penta Ste Warrior for their venue.


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    “What''s going on?” Jedidiah inquired, his seasoned intuition recognizing that Donald was a


    neer on the scene.


    Hence, his question was not directed at Donald, but at Emmett.


    After gathering hisposure while still on his knees, Emmett addressed Jedidiah, saying, “This


    youngster is causing a disturbance. Hurry, fetch Mr. Livingston.”


    Donald remarked with an air of indifference, “You were the one who approached my girlfriend with


    intentions, so how did it suddenly be my wrongdoing? Is it inappropriate to defend myself?


    Should I simply endure being beaten up by your associates?”


    Jedidiah, being well aware of Emmett''s nature, grasped the essence of the situation upon hearing


    Donald''s exnation.


    Nevertheless,prehending the situation was one thing, but determining whom to assist was an


    entirely different matter.