Chapter 222 Dare to Make a Sound?
John and the crew were floored, staring at James like he’d lost his mind.
'Who does this kid think he is, poking the bear like that?'
'He's begging for a beatdown.'
'Does he think having Nathaniel in his corner makes him invincible?'
The crowd, clueless about the real deal, just sneered at James.
Only Brandon, rubbing his temples, frowned a bit. Even faking it takes some guts.
Brandon's smug look faded, and he grabbed his phone to shoot a text.
The women rolled their eyes, thinking James was full of himself.
"Bastard, you got a death wish?" Ray was fuming, stepping up and glaring at James.
Their eyes locked.
Ray, all cocky at first, went pale when he saw James. His mind went blank.
He never thought James would be the one stepping up.
"James."
Ray's legs turned to jelly, and he almost hit the floor.
Ever since James slapped him silly, Ray had been shook. Unless his boss Maximilian showed up, he wouldn't dare mess with James.
"Uncle Ray, it's him, James." John pointed at James. "He messed up Mr. Bell and me."
He kept his eyes on James, not noticing Ray's reaction.
James cut in, "Yeah, I did it. Got a problem with that?"
Arrogant, too arrogant, and reckless.
Brandon sneered, thinking James was a fool.
"James, kneel now!" John shouted. "You wanna piss off my uncle?"
The women, already ticked off at James, were waiting for Ray to handle him.
"Shut up!" Ray snapped out of it and kicked John hard.
John stumbled and hit the ground, his face a mess.
Everyone, including Nathaniel, Brandon, and even Mia, looked at Ray in shock.
Especially John, who turned to look at Ray, not getting why he kicked him.
But Ray wished he could strangle his nephew. Of all people to mess with, he had to pick James and call him over, practically signing his death warrant.
Ray had sacrificed his son and daughter to save his own skin, and now, just days later, he had to deal with James again. Ray was on the verge of tears.
"Are you deaf?" James stepped up, staring at Ray. "I asked you, got a problem with that?"
Ray's body shook. "No, no."
Does he dare?
He had some status and was a martial arts expert, but that depended on who he was facing.
In front of James, he was nothing. A martial arts expert slapped away by James, what did Ray have to challenge him with?
Even with the guts of a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand men, he wouldn't dare confront James.
'No' The word hit like a thunderclap, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
A big shot, now cowering like a dog. Unbelievable.
Many women stomped their feet, thinking this was impossible.
But the next second, everyone was even more stunned.
"Kneel down!" James commanded.
He didn't give Ray any face. If it weren't for him being bullied today, someone would have been killed by Ray.
As soon as these words fell, everyone was stunned.
Just as someone was about to mock James for being arrogant, they were shocked to see Ray kneel down without hesitation.
Not just John, everyone present was completely confused, their mind screamed.
'He really knelt down? A big boss, a powerful person, knelt down just because of James's words? How is this possible?'
More than two hundred people watched in bewilderment, like lost sheep.
Nathaniel, however, was amused. James was James, dealing with Ray more efficiently than dealing with himself.
"Kneel straight."
James looked at Ray and spoke indifferently.
Ray straightened his body.
James slapped him hard, making Ray stagger.
"Here to get back at me for your nephew?"
Ray lowered his head and didn't speak.
James slapped him again.
"Can't change your bullying nature?"
Ray kept his head down and didn't move.
James slapped him again.
"Lost your son and daughter, and still haven't learned your lesson?"
Ray remained silent.
"This is the last time."
James patted his face and scolded, "Next time, if I catch you bullying someone again, especially me, you might as well kill yourself."
"Understood, understood," Ray finally nodded, completely submissive.
The place went dead silent. Everyone was frozen, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Brandon and John were in a daze.
James looked at John with a mocking gaze and sneered, "I told you, even if your uncle came, you wouldn't regain your dignity. Ask your uncle if he dares to make a sound now?"
John and the crew were speechless, realizing they had just taken a massive L today.
James pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, then shot Ray a grin. "Your nephew messed with me, harassed my friends, and torched my clinic."
James decided to throw Ray a bone. "Your nephew, your problem. Handle it."
Torched the clinic?
Ray's heart sank. He remembered John borrowing some muscle from him yesterday, saying he wanted to burn down a small clinic. Ray, busy with other stuff, had sent six goons to John without a second thought. He never imagined it was James's clinic.
This really screwed him over.
"John, get over here," Ray trembled and barked at John, "Right now, apologize to James."
Hearing this, a bunch of women covered their mouths, almost gasping in shock!
Ray's humility was shockingly powerful, way more jaw-dropping than James smashing a bottle over his head earlier.
Moreover, Ray was called by John to deal with James, but now it turned into Ray making John kneel and apologize.
How embarrassing.
Many people couldn't wrap their heads around how a guy running a small clinic had such clout.
John's face twisted, and he ran over to ask, "Uncle, who is he?"
Ray didn't waste words and just slapped him.
"Who told you to mess with James's family? Who told you to torch James's clinic? Who told you to provoke James?"
John got slapped three times, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He covered his face and shouted, "Uncle, why are you hitting me? You should be helping me take out James, take out James."
He was furious and confused, not getting why his uncle was so scared of James.
Even if James had some skills, there was no need to suck up to him and make him apologize.
Besides, just because Ray feared him didn't mean John had to. After all, he was Brandon's brother and had Mr. Morris backing him.
Brandon and the others were also confused, only knowing that they had lost face completely.
Nathaniel, on the other hand, was very pleased. He was a loser, and now John and the others were no better.
He admired James even more, deciding to have James cover for him from now on.
Ray slapped him again. "Kneel down and apologize."
John stumbled, covering his face. "I won't kneel."
Ray slapped him again. "Still don't know your mistake?"
"Uncle Ray!" John couldn't hold back anymore, stepping back and shouting, "Enough! What skills does this guy have that make you so afraid?"
John was really angry. "Who the hell is James? A son-in-law living with his wife's family, an untrained doctor, with a truck driver father and a tea-selling mother, what makes you afraid of him? Even if you're afraid of him, it doesn't mean I have to be. I have the Perez family, Mr. Bell, and Mr. Morris behind me. I can take him out, why should I kneel?"
He really couldn't understand why his once powerful uncle was so afraid of James. It was a disgrace to the Garcia family.
Brandon also looked down on Ray, thinking what kind of powerful person was afraid of a poor guy, lacking even the courage of a street thug in Stardust City.
John pointed at James, furious. "Kid, I don't know what leverage you have over my uncle, but I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you. If you want me to kneel, even if you turn into a ghost, I won't kneel to you."
Brandon also stood firm. "That's right, in our circle, there's no such thing as kneeling."
Their crew cheered, thinking this was the demeanor of a true young master.
'Fools! Absolute fools!' Ray thought. Hearing these words, Ray was on the verge of tears. He had slapped John several times, hoping James would let it go.
After all, he had personally hit his nephew, surely James wouldn't push it further.
But this useless John ruined his good intentions, heading towards becoming the next Joseph.
Ray pointed at John and cursed, "You're an idiot, I'm done with you."
John also shouted back, "I don't need you. When you slapped me and made me lose face, I no longer considered you my uncle. I called you to avenge me, not to embarrass me."
He felt utterly humiliated today, pointing at James. "James, I'm not afraid of you, and you'll soon be finished. I'm telling you, Mr. Bell's grandfather, the president of the Mystic Alliance Los Angeles, is coming. If you have the guts, be arrogant in front of him later."
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