Chapter 165: Is This Really Your New House?

"Ouch! That really hurt me!"

"Damn it! Who the hell dares to kick me? Ouch~ My back!"

Sawyer's two fellow countrymen lay on the ground groaning, unable to stand up.

This scene made Sawyer clench his teeth in anger and he shouted, "Who? Who hit my brothers?"

"It was me..."

At that moment, George Weir stepped out from behind Ryder Clark.

With a faint look of annoyance on his face, he said, "I've been standing here for quite a while now, did you not see me with those blind eyes of yours?"

"You are..."

Seeing George Weir, Sawyer paused slightly.

He felt that this tall, bald man looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

However, at the moment, he was in a bad mood and didn't think much of it, continuing to berate George Weir, "Where did you pop out from, you bald head? This is a matter between Mr. Ye and me, what's it to you?"

George Weir frowned slightly, wondering how Mr. Ye could ever get involved with such an idiot.

But since Ryder Clark was still there, he wasn't in a position to deal with Sawyer on his own, so he asked Ryder Clark in a low voice, "Mr. Ye, what should we do?"

Ryder Clark answered helplessly, "I don't have time to deal with such people, let's go! Get in the car."

George Weir nodded.

But Sawyer, refusing to let it go, stepped forward and grabbed George Weir's arm, demanding, "Damn it! You think you can just hit my brothers and walk away? No way!"

George Weir replied indifferently, "Your brothers were about to attack Mr. Ye, I was merely protecting him when I retaliated. What's the issue?"

"My brothers hit him because he wouldn't give me money! It's reasonable to trouble him! But you can't do that, now that you've hit my brothers, you have to pay! 10 million for each person, or I won't let you off!" Sawyer continued to press them aggressively.

Hearing this, both Ryder Clark and George Weir were taken aback.

They had seen shameless, but never this shameless!

All he talked about was money, and such a large amount at that, how greedy could one get?

Seeing that Ryder Clark and George Weir were silent, Sawyer thought he had a chance and continued to shamelessly demand money from them.

"Go to hell!"

George Weir, who wasn't known for his patience, finally couldn't hold back and swung a punch, hitting Sawyer right on the forehead!

"Ouch!"

Sawyer recoiled in pain and fell back, landing on his butt!

He felt the world spinning around him!

Rubbing his head, Sawyer seized the opportunity to extort them, "Alright! You dare to hit me? You're done! You're not getting away today; you must reimburse my medical expenses! Otherwise, I'll call the police! Give me your name and home address now!"

George Weir said in a deep voice, "My name is George Weir, find me at Polka Bar!"

"Heh! George Weir..."

Sawyer first sneered disdainfully, then suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "You... you're George Weir from Polka Bar?"

George Weir answered coldly, "That's right! You want medical expenses, right? And the money for hitting your brother, come with me to Polka Bar now, and I'll give you the money, how about that?"

Gulp!

Upon hearing this, Sawyer nervously swallowed, sweat beading on his forehead.

No wonder this bald man looked familiar; he was George Weir, the big shot of Houston!

Of course, he had heard of the big brother's name but had never seen him in person.

Only in photos shared on social media by others.

For someone like Sawyer, he had the guts to show off in front of Ryder Clark because deep down he didn't respect Ryder Clark!

But George Weir was different!

The disgusting tricks he was so proud of were just child's play to someone like George Weir!

Not even on the same level!

And the most ridiculous thing was that he had actually threatened George Weir for money; he might end up receiving only hell money if he wasn't careful!

"Mr. Weir, my apologies! I was blind for a moment and offended you, please don't take it to heart!"

Sawyer quickly put on an ingratiating face and apologized to George Weir.

As for the two fellow countrymen, they were so scared that their legs went weak, not daring to even breathe loudly!

After all, they were just ordinary people working in Houston, not to mention George Weir, even the small-time thugs who frequented Polka Bar were not someone they could afford to offend.

It's no wonder they were scared!

George Weir had seen too much of this to find it challenging!

Just as he was about to ask Ryder Clark what to do with them.

Two patrol cars pulled up beside them!

The patrol cars had come from the Platan Height villas.

Several people quickly got out of the cars!

In addition to a few patrol guards, Ryder Clark saw that the man leading them, dressed in a professional suit, was Dylan, the property manager of Platan Height villas!

Last time he came to Platan Height villas, he had helped him!

After getting out of the car, Dylan quickened his pace to Ryder Clark and reached out to greet him, "Mr. Ye, haven't seen you for a few days, how have you been?"

Ryder Clark shook his hand with a smile, "Thanks to you, not too bad! Mr. Dylan, what brings you out of the villa area?"

Dylan replied, "Although the foothills are not within the jurisdiction of Platan Height villas, for the safety of the homeowners, we actually have surveillance cameras at many intersections below the hill!

The duty guards have seen Sawyer and others skulking around several times in the last few days, but didn't know what they were up to; we didn't expect they were actually waiting here to trouble you! I got the news from the duty guards and rushed over immediately!"

Ryder Clark nodded in understanding.

Platan Height villas really did their security work well!

At that moment, Dylan glanced at the panicked faces of Sawyer and the others, frowned, and ordered his patrol guards, "Take these people down and teach them a lesson, let them remember this, and hopefully, such incidents won't happen again in the future!"

"Yes!"

The patrol guards stepped forward, ignoring the pleas of Sawyer and the others, and dragged them away!

Sawyer and his group had resisted, but these patrol guards were all ex-military, and even if they couldn't take on ten at a time, dealing with two or three was no problem!

So all the resistance was in vain...

The brief farce was finally over.

Ryder Clark said, "Mr. Dylan, thank you for the trouble!"

Dylan stated, "It's all part of my job! Mr. Ye, are you here to check on the villa renovations so late?"

"Yes!"

"Just today the renovation team contacted me saying it's almost finished, and since you're here now, let me take you and Mr. Zhao over!"

"Thank you!"

...

Soon, they entered the Platan Height villa area and arrived at the front door of Villa No. 1!

Upon seeing the luxurious and grand No. 1 villa, George Weir was taken aback!

"Ye... Mr. Ye, is this really your new house?"

George Weir asked Ryder Clark with wide eyes.
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