Chapter 443 You Dare Challenge Me?
James scanned the room, and a dozen security guards rushed over, surrounding him with a threatening vibe.
James shrugged them off like they were nothing, then strolled forward, hands casually behind his back.
Calm and fearless, his confidence caught the attention of everyone around him.
The glamorous women, though shocked, mostly looked at him with mockery and disdain, thinking he must've lost his mind.
What kind of party was this? What kind of hotel was this? How could James think he could just stir up trouble here?
"James, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Otto stepped in front of him, holding a wine glass, and shouted, "This is Gonzalez territory, and right now it's Mr. Gonzalez's party. You can't just go wild here!"
"James, don't be stupid, or Mr. Gonzalez will have you taken out."
Otto had a deep-seated grudge against James. If it weren't for James's constant meddling, Otto would have been a hero at Glowing Oasis by now.
Before Otto could finish, James grabbed a glass of wine and splashed it right in his face. "Get lost."
In the next second, he kicked Otto, sending him flying!
Otto screamed, not expecting James to be so bold. Caught off guard, he rolled a dozen feet across the floor.
"You jerk, how dare you touch me?"
Otto, looking a mess, got up and grabbed a chair, charging at James in a fit of rage.
"Otto, don't be stupid." Isla had snapped out of her shock and waved to stop Otto from fighting James.
"Fighting's for savages. We're civilized people; let's act like it."
Otto dropped the chair, licked the wine off his lips, and reluctantly stepped back.
"James!" Isla swayed her hips as she approached, glaring coldly at James, "You come here causing trouble, disturbing The Gonzalez Family's guests. I'm not gonna blame you without reason."
"But you should at least explain why you're causing a scene. Tell me how The Gonzalez Family has wronged you."
She held back her anger, keeping an elegant demeanor to highlight James's audacity.
James's gaze was icy. "Cut the crap. Get Micah out here."
"You punk! How dare you talk to Ms. Gonzalez like that?" A man rushed forward from behind, pointing a knife at James.
He'd had enough of James's arrogance. "Mr. Gonzalez is too generous to deal with you, but I, Yellow Wolf, won't let it slide. Believe it or not, I'll end you today."
Another one from the Wolf Club? James chuckled.
Without any visible movement, James sidestepped and was suddenly beside Yellow Wolf, snatching the knife and stabbing it forward.
Under the shocked and horrified gazes of Isla and the others, the blade plunged into Yellow Wolf's thick chest. "Go meet other wolves in hell."
After a brief pause, as the crowd regained their composure, James twisted the knife sharply.
A gush of blood sprayed from Yellow Wolf's body.
Yellow Wolf let out a short, pained scream. The knife was withdrawn, and his body collapsed with a thud, his face ashen, his fate grim.
James flicked the blood off the knife. "Micah, are you coming out or not?"
Yellow Wolf's stabbing left nearly a hundred people in stunned silence.
The glamorous women and their companions instinctively covered their mouths, almost gasping in shock.
They never expected James to be so ruthless and merciless, though their disdain only deepened:
Otto roared again, "How dare you!"
James ignored him, holding the knife as he shouted, "Micah, aren't you one of the four heirs of Stardust City? Why are you acting like a coward?"
Isla shouted, "James, what do you want?"
James continued to ignore Isla, his gaze fixed on Micah in the back. "No wonder Olivia doesn't like you. You're a man with no backbone."
Hearing James's words and seeing him focus on him, Micah snapped out of his shock. "Wow, not bad, stabbing someone in public. You've got guts, you've got skills."
He glanced at the barely breathing Yellow Wolf on the floor, then pulled out a pristine white cigar and lit it.
He had someone carry Yellow Wolf to a side room to see if he could be saved, then had someone call his uncle.
Micah didn't take James seriously at all; instead, he showed a hint of amusement, "James, I'm surprised you have such skills, such courage. But it's nothing. I have dozens of men, each capable of the same."
Micah blew a smoke ring. "Thugs, death warriors, that's the dirty work they do."
He mocked James as a brute, mistakenly believing James wouldn't dare challenge him, given his various prominent identities.
"Stabbing him is no big deal. If you've got the guts, come stab me, Micah, just make sure you do it right."
"If I have even a breath left, you and your family will all suffer."
His words were meant to show his courage and also win over his subordinates.
As he spoke, Micah pulled up a chair, sat down, and gestured for someone to bring him a bottle of wine and a glass.
Then, he watched James approach with interest, sneering, disdainful, sipping his drink slowly, arrogant and brazen.
"Mr. Gonzalez is so handsome, so impressive."
"Yes, calm in the face of danger, truly a scion of Stardust City."
"This James, so overconfident, doesn't he know the gap between him and Mr. Gonzalez?"
"Exactly, what right does he have to challenge Mr. Gonzalez?"
"All show, even with ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare touch Mr. Gonzalez."
Seeing Micah's strong stance, the glamorous women were infatuated, secretly admiring his handsomeness and dominance.
Encouraged by Micah's arrogance, his subordinates also looked on with disdain, hands on their gun holsters, watching James coldly.
They were convinced James wouldn't dare lay a hand on Micah.
James ignored the crowd's stares and their chatter, walking up to Micah with a smile. "Finally decided to show up?"
Seeing that old man not around, James felt even more confident in controlling the situation.
Micah tossed his wine glass on the table, exuding the air of someone in charge, "My uncle and the police will be here soon. You brandished a knife in public, possibly killed someone, that's assault and attempted murder. At the very least, life imprisonment, maybe even the death penalty."
Micah loosened his collar with a smile. "Better think about how to deal with the police first. If I were you, I'd run immediately, not stick around pretending to be mysterious."
Micah pointed to the door. "If you don't run now, you won't get another chance."
At that moment, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, indicating the authorities were aware of the situation and were rushing over.
"Green Wolf's ambush, Marshall's attack, yacht explosion, divers in the sea," James was unfazed by Micah's mocking gaze, "this chain of events, besides Aurelia, you're involved too, aren't you?"
Micah was indifferent, taking a deep drag on his cigar, then blowing the smoke in James's face. "So what if I am? What can you do? Are you going to stab me?"
"Stop pretending. Even with a hundred times the courage, you wouldn't dare touch a hair on my head."
"Let me tell you, this is just the beginning." He wore a defiant expression. "Once you're in custody tonight, I'll have Aurelia take care of your people—"
Before he could finish, James grabbed a nearby wine bottle and smashed it down on Micah, his move clean and decisive.
The bottle shattered over Micah's head with a thud, crimson wine splattering everywhere.
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