Chapter 987 Something Fishy Is Going On
The scare tactics used by the other party were child's play to Clarissa and Anderson. The other party was probably not in the circle yet when Clarissa and Anderson encountered more dangerous situations than this.
Nevertheless, Clarissa and Anderson were in the other party's territory.
Then, Anderson looked coldly at Chantel and asked, "What in the world is happening?"
Shivering with fright, Chantel spilled out the whole story.
The first pub that Chantel went to was called "Club B-Day".
After hanging out there for a while, Chantel was bored, as the pub was similar to those in Ascijian. It so happened that the lady she was drinking together mentioned an underground pub that was more fun. That was how she got to this pub.
This pub was an eye-opener for Chantel. She saw a lot of novel things that she had never seen before.
For Chantel, it was a thrilling experience and she was having the time of her life.
It was later when the woman who brought Chantel had left that a man staggered drunkenly over. It seemed like he was going to sexually harass her.
Chantel was used to the wild nightlife. Although she used her identity as the daughter of the Jordan family to get out of trouble, her martial skills were no pushover.
Maybe Chantel appeared to be an airhead, Matteo Jordan forced her to learn judo to protect herself, so there was no question that she could defend herself.
This was also why Anderson allowed her to enjoy the nightlife on her own.
When Chantel suspected that this man was up to no good, she instinctively pushed him away. Unexpectedly, the man took a step back and glared at her. He brazenly forced himself upon her.
The man's smell was so overpowering that she pushed and kicked him away.
Unfortunately, as Chantel retaliated, the man tripped and hit his head on a glass table. He died on the spot.
Naturally, she was scared out of her wits.
Although Chantel was no angel, she never killed anyone before.
When she found that the man showed no sign of life, her first instinct was to escape.
Unbeknownst to her, the crowd around was observing the situation.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by people before she could leave the seating booth.
At that time, her couple of bodyguards were ineffective against the crowd that she was facing. Besides, she could not expect to leave quietly when apparently she was responsible for the man's death.
With no better choice, Chantel called Anderson to help her solve the problem.
When she finished explaining what happened, Anderson's face was crestfallen.
Standing beside Anderson, Clarissa tugged at his sleeve and reminded him not to find fault with Chantel at this time.
Then, Clarissa glared at the man in front of her and said,
"Don't worry, if my Aunt Chantel did kill that man, we'll take responsibility. Before that, can you let me take a look at him?"
The man nodded in agreement as Clarissa did not deny responsibility and did not throw her temper instead behaved politely.
Then, Clarissa stepped forward and squatted down. She then carefully examined the dead man.
There were bruises on the man's face which Chantel could have missed because of the tattoos.
On his forehead was a gaping wound with blood gushing out.
The burly man acting as the leader said, "Take a look. We're not lying. Your relation knocked him down against the table, and he died, yet she still wants to deny!"
Immediately, Chantel retorted, "I'm not denying. You're talking nonsense. Obviously, it's him..."
"Aunt Chantel!" Clarissa interrupted her to stop her from continuing what she wanted to say.
After all, they were in the other party's territory. Even though Anderson and Clarissa were not afraid of the other party, it was best to avoid conflict as far as possible.
Furthermore, they would be coming here for business. So, it was best to avoid conflict with these local bullies and more trouble.
With that in mind, Clarissa continued to examine the dead man's head.
Just when she touched the back of the head of the other party, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Just as Clarissa was about to examine the dead man's head a second time, a voice came over the crowd.
"Hey, Mr. Jordan, Miss Jordan, what happened?"
Everyone turned their head back and saw that it was Mr. Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins' clothes were crumpled. He must have heard that they were in a fix and rushed over.
Clarissa stood up and looked at him quizzically.
"Mr. Jenkins, why are you here?"
With his usual smile, Mr. Jenkins answered, "I heard that you're in some trouble. So, I rushed over."
Feeling suspicious, Clarissa narrowed her eyes and said,
"We only just arrived, and you're a step behind. Looks like news travels fast, and you're well informed."
Her words stopped Mr. Jenkins short, and he froze.
Of course, Mr. Jenkins was home, but he had arranged for someone to keep an eye on Anderson and the others.
For Mr. Jenkins, his arrangement to having someone to keep an eye on them was not out of ill intention. All he wanted was to make sure that Anderson and the others lacked nothing while they were here. That way, Anderson and the others would regard Mr. Jenkins in a better light.
It was awkward to give the real reason. So, Mr. Jenkins could only smile in embarrassment and explained, "Isn't that fate? My house is in the neighborhood. I stepped out to get a pack of cigarettes and heard that someone was killed. So, I came over to have a look and meet you here."
Not wanting to go further into this matter, Mr. Jenkins stepped forward and looked at the dead man. He asked,
"Hey, why did he lose so much blood?"
Calmly, Clarissa wiped her hands with the handkerchief offered by Anderson and said, "There is a big hole on his forehead. Of course, there is blood."
Mr. Jenkins looked at Clarissa, who was so calm and composed with no sign of being flustered. He could not help but clap in admiration.
"Mrs. Jordan, you really have guts. My respects! My respects!"
Clarissa ignored Mr. Jenkins and turned to speak to Chantel, "Aunt Chantel, have you seen this man before?"
It was strange that out of the blue, this man came to look for Chantel.
Chantel took a closer look at the dead man. She frowned and thought for a while.
"He does look familiar, but I cannot recall where I have seen him."
Lost in her thoughts, Clarissa raised her eyebrows.
Out of curiosity, Mr. Jenkins stepped forward and looked at the dead man's face. Upon doing so, his face immediately turned pale. He exclaimed,
"Oh no. It's him!"
His words stunned Clarissa, and she looked at Mr. Jenkins.
"Why? Do you recognize him?"
"Of course, I recognize him. Wasn't he in the street fight last night? He was the 1.5 meters man who beat the 1.8 meters man badly. The 1.8 meters man ended up in the hospital!"
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