Chapter 477 Lester, You're Courting Death!
The name James had become almost taboo in the City of Mysteries industry.
Before James disappeared, he was the most powerful and domineering figure among the younger generation in the City of Mysteries. No one was afraid of James. Many individuals here had been taught a lesson by James and had a mix of fear and hatred towards him.
James' mysterious disappearance five years ago was a welcome event for most people, with many even setting up a party to celebrate.
But recently, rumors had been circulating that James had returned, which was bad news for them.
Someone whispered, "Could it be that James is really back?"
This sentence reached many ears, causing a wave of tension. Even Eli, not far away, looked over upon hearing it.
The next moment, a drunken Lester scoffed, "He's been gone for five years; he's probably dead by now. And even if he did come back, so what? Does he think the City of Mysteries is still his domain? Not to mention Maurice and Neil, even Eli is stronger than James now." He said this loudly enough for James and Jeffery to hear.
With no reaction, James still leisurely sipped his drink as if tonight's events had nothing to do with him, as if Lester wasn't talking about him at all.
But Jeffery was visibly agitated, clenching his fists and glaring at Lester.
Seeing many people looking his way and becoming the center of attention, Lester became even more enthusiastic, spewing a torrent of insults about James.
Finally, Jeffery couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and pointed at Lester, shouting, "Lester!"
His voice was loud, almost a roar, drawing everyone's attention instantly.
Lester was initially stunned upon seeing him, then rubbed his eyes, thinking he was mistaken. But soon he realized he wasn't; it really was Jeffery standing before him.
"Well, if it isn't Jeffery. What are you doing here? A cripple like you, in a place like this?" Lester said sarcastically.
The people around Lester also noticed Jeffery, showing strange expressions. Wasn't Jeffery a useless cripple now, spending his days hauling bricks and married to a violent wife? How did he get here? After all, everyone present had to put up a million dollars to attend.
They quickly realized that if Jeffery was here, then James might be here.
With this thought, they eagerly scanned the room.
But they didn't find any trace of James. The man sitting next to Jeffery, wearing a hat and sunglasses, was James himself, but they completely overlooked him.
James looked too low-key at the moment aside, like nobody, nothing like the dazzling figure they remembered.
Lester also didn't see James, so he relaxed and started walking towards Jeffery with a mocking smile. "Jeffery, what did you just say? I'm standing right here. Do you have the guts to touch me?"
Lester looked at Jeffery with an expression of utter disdain.
Jeffery was so angry he could almost break his teeth, his eyes bloodshot with deep-seated hatred. Consumed by rage, he threw a punch at Lester's face.
Unfortunately, Jeffery was slow and weak. Facing Lester, who was already a martial artist, Jeffery was as insignificant as an ant.
"Oh, Jeffery, you coward, do you actually dared to hit me?" Lester easily seized Jeffery's wrist, immobilizing him. "Have you forgotten the lesson from five years ago? A coward like you dares to lay a hand on me?"
Jeffery's eyes were filled with fury, forgetting that James was beside him. With every ounce of his strength, he swung his other fist towards Lester in a desperate attempt.
However, the gap between him and Lester was so vast. Lester didn't even bother to hit him, simply catching his hand and giving a light push. Jeffery staggered back like a drunk, nearly falling to the ground.
"Lester! You're doomed! " Jeffery roared, grabbing a coffee cup from the table and hurling it at Lester with all his might. He threw four or five cups in quick succession, and in his arrogance, Lester got hit by one, right on the corner of his eye.
"Ouch!" Lester screamed, blood streaming from the corner of his eye. He wiped it with his hand, his face contorted in rage. "Jeffery! You bastard! I'll kill you!"
In his fury, Lester charged at Jeffery, intending to break his other leg.
This turn of events shocked everyone present. They hadn't expected someone to cause trouble at the Silver Eagle Conference, especially a poor man. And from what Jeffery had said, it seemed he was here to seek revenge on Lester?
They watched coldly, their earlier discussions about James' possible return forgotten, now focused on this new drama.
Lester was indeed quite formidable, already at the peak of the first stage of martial arts, far stronger than Walter.
Jeffery, on the other hand, was just an ordinary person. His life had been tough these past few years, doing heavy labor and suffering from tuberculosis. Although James had cured him last night, his body hadn't fully recovered, making him weaker than the average person. Facing Lester's wrath, he was bound to be severely injured if not killed.
Many people predicted that Jeffery would be crippled by Lester.
Despite Lester's ferocity, Jeffery showed no fear. Instead, he roared and charged at Lester.
With this, Lester sneered, "Courting death!"
Lester aimed a palm strike at Jeffery's face, which would give Jeffery a concussion and turn him into a vegetable if it connected.
But just as he was about to hit Jeffery, his body suddenly froze. The next moment, everyone heard a loud bang. Lester, who had been charging aggressively, was sent flying, crashing heavily into the crowd behind him, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
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