Chapter 429 How Many More Slaps Do You Need?
"What a beauty!"
"She's gorgeous—especially that elegant vibe!"
The woman immediately captivated everyone in the bar. Their gazes followed her with amazement and desire, with several guys ready to approach for her WhatsApp.
The woman was Clementine.
After entering, her large eyes scanned the bar until they landed on Noah. Seeing his flushed face from drinking, concern crossed her expression as she walked toward him.
"Is that stunner heading for the drunk guy?"
"Could she be his girlfriend?"
Everyone stared as she sat down across from the young man, their expressions mixing envy and jealousy.
"Mr. Anderson, has something happened? You're drinking so much," Clementine asked worriedly.
"What are you doing here?" Noah looked up, surprised.
"Someone named Ethan came to the Hilton with something for you. He told me you were drunk at Luxury Bar and asked me to check on you. So here I am."
"Well, since you're here," Noah smiled helplessly, "might as well have a drink with me." He poured himself another glass and downed it in one gulp.
The burning liquor hit his stomach, making his throat and chest feel like they were on fire. His stomach churned violently, and he promptly threw up, the sharp smell spreading.
"Mr. Anderson, you've had way too much! You need to stop!" Clementine quickly moved to his side, gently patting his back. Seeing him like this broke her heart.
"I'm fine," Noah waved dismissively.
"Miss, what kind of boyfriend did you find? He just drinks and ignores a gorgeous woman like you!" A teasing voice called out as a young man with dyed yellow hair approached. His eyes roamed over Clementine, making no effort to hide his desire.
"Why not be my girlfriend instead? I promise I wouldn't ignore you to drink alone," he continued. The young man had a dark complexion with slightly sunken cheeks, giving him a mixed-race appearance.
"He's not my boyfriend," Clementine replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. Being mistaken as Noah's girlfriend made her heart beat faster.
"He's not? Even better! Can I get your WhatsApp?" The young man pulled out his phone and opened the QR code.
"No thanks. I don't add strangers," Clementine shook her head before turning back to Noah. "You've had enough. Let's get you home."
"Okay," Noah nodded. Though he'd been throwing up, he wasn't completely out of it. His mood might be terrible, but he still knew how to behave. He was already grateful that Clementine had come to check on him.
"Let me help you," Clementine quickly supported Noah as he stood up unsteadily.
"Don't go yet! At least give me your WhatsApp!" The yellow-haired man blocked their path, growing desperate.
"This guy's just a drunk! Why bother with him?" His gaze fell on Noah with obvious contempt. "People who get wasted like this are usually losers who can't handle life, so they numb themselves with booze. He's totally not good enough for you."
Again, "not good enough." Hearing those words, Noah's mind flashed back to Lisa saying the same thing. Without warning, he kicked forward hard.
The young man, caught off guard, flew back six feet.
"That hurts like hell!" he yelled, clutching his backside, grimacing as if his bones had broken.
"You kicked me!" His eyes blazed with fury.
"I didn't just kick you—I'm gonna slap you too!" Noah stepped forward and swung his hand down.
A sharp slapping sound echoed through the bar. Noah was already in a foul mood, and this guy's taunting had only made it worse. He felt a fire burning in his gut, so he put his full strength into that slap.
After the slap came another crack—the man's neck twisted. Blood spurted from his mouth, along with two teeth.
"It hurts!" The man held his face, half of which had swollen like a pig's head.
"What's going on?" The commotion drew everyone's attention.
From the corner, three young men approached. They all had dark complexions and wore black jackets with their hands in their pockets.
"Uriah? Who hit you?" The one on the left came forward to help him up.
"This guy!" Uriah pointed at Noah, his eyes full of hatred.
"You hit my friend? You looking to die?" The man on the left frowned at Noah, his hand shifting in his pocket to reveal the handle of a black gun.
Despite being drunk, Noah's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yosef, Uriah probably started this. He got what he deserved," the man in the middle suddenly spoke up, placing a hand on Yosef's shoulder.
Yosef hesitated but obediently put the gun away.
"Let's go. We have business to attend to." The middle man gave Noah a long look before turning to leave.
Though only in his twenties, he carried himself with mature authority. The others quickly followed him out of the bar.
"Why didn't you let me handle it? Uriah got his teeth knocked out! We're just letting this slide?" Outside, Yosef couldn't help asking.
"We came from Avalonia to investigate why our supply line suddenly got cut off," the middle man replied coolly. "Rooster being arrested is one thing, but the Murphy family's distribution network being shut down is puzzling."
"Our annual shipments from Avalonia to Silverlight City are worth over a hundred million dollars. Now that the pipeline's suddenly cut, we need to fix this quickly. Better not to create additional problems."
"You're right," Yosef nodded. "If we weren't busy, that guy would be a corpse by now."
"I wouldn't be so sure," the middle man's expression grew serious. "The guy who beat up Uriah—he's definitely not an ordinary person."
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