Chapter 93 He's Not My Friend
"You finally recognized me, well done," James said lightly, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes. Stanley was sweating profusely, feeling very flustered.
"Bro, I had no idea you were here. If I knew they were your friends, I wouldn't have dared..." Stanley explained, feeling wronged and frustrated. He truly hadn't expected to encounter James, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
Although he had twenty men with him now, and James just had himself, he really didn't dare to take the risk. The psychological fear left by James last time was too great. If they weren't a match for James, his retaliation would be even harsher! He couldn't bear to suffer that kind of agony again.
"Oh really? You seemed quite arrogant back then, demanding two million right off the bat and beating my friend so severely," James's lips curled into a tantalizing smile, sweeping his gaze over all of them, saying, "Since you have many people here, why don't we start a fight?"
Stanley sweated. There was a moment when he actually considered besieging James. But now, hearing James's words, especially seeing the ambiguous smile on his face, he didn't dare to do it anymore.
'James definitely wanted to initiate a fight with us, intentionally saying such things! Even if my twenty men attacked him together, we definitely wouldn't be a match for James, and the consequences of losing is something I couldn't bear,' Stanley deeply pondered.
'Cowardice was necessary,' Stanley thought.
Stanley made a decision. However, just as he was about to try to make peace with James, the crocodile next to him stood up, arrogantly saying, "Damn, who do you think you are, threatening me and my boss Stanley? Do you really think you're Bruce Lee? Damn it! Boss, let's all go together and kill this..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Stanley angrily slapped him, "Damn you, crocodile! Shut your damn mouth, don't get me into trouble!"
Crocodile was dumbfounded.
He wasn't stupid. Seeing Stanley's terrified expression, he instantly realized he had made a mistake. The young man in front of him was not someone he could offend!
Of course, the most shocked were Curtis and the others. If they were stunned just now, now they were completely dumbfounded, what the hell was happening?
Jennifer clenched her fists tightly, looking at James with an extremely gentle expression.
"Bro! What was said just now wasn't of my direction, I deeply admire and respect you, bro!" Stanley claimed as he nodded and bowed, his face full of flattery. There was no trace of his former arrogance, he had turned into a sycophant, nodding and bowing to James repeatedly.
"Yeah, yeah, bro, it was all a misunderstanding. Bro, please don't be angry," these muscular men also began to grovel, showing utmost respect.
James listened somewhat helplessly. He had thought Stanley would take advantage of the numbers and confront him. He was prepared for a fight.
Now, with his restraint lifted by sixty percent, for him, fighting one or twenty was the same, just a matter of time. Unexpectedly, Stanley backed down directly. It seemed the last time he had dealt with Stanley had left a deep enough impression. This saved him quite a bit of trouble.
"Alright, you don't need to flatter me anymore, just resolve the matter," James said disappointedly, "Ah, what a shame, I thought I could have another fight. I've just invented some new fighting techniques and nowhere to try them out."
Upon hearing this, Stanley and the muscular men shuddered, their bodies trembling. They were relieved they hadn't acted impulsively earlier, or they would have caused big trouble. At the same time, they looked at James with even more awe and fear. He was truly a devil, and they should never provoke him in the future.
"Sorry, James," Stanley hurriedly said, "Since they are your friends, let's just forget about this; what do you think?"
James's smile immediately turned cold, and said, "It seems you still don't take it seriously."
Stanley was about to cry, then desperately asked, "James, what do you want me to do? "
Pointing at Frederick and the others, James said, "These friends of mine, you beat them up like shit, how are you going to do about it?"
Stanley was sharp, understanding James's meaning. He immediately slapped himself and said, "I'm so stupid! I will compensate your friends; that's the thing I need to do."
Then he looked at Frederick, appearing respectful on the surface but with a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and asked him, "Man, how much compensation do you want?"
Frederick and the others were just ordinary citizens. Faced with a fierce person like Stanley, they were still very afraid. Even with James backing him up, they were taken aback and quickly said, "It's okay, we'll just go to the hospital ourselves, there is no need for your compensation."
Stanley nodded in satisfaction and turned to James, "James, what do you think... oh!"
However, before he could finish his sentence, James kicked him, knocking him to the ground, then stepped on his chest, staring coldly at him, "You're quite bold, still doing tricks in front of me? It seems the lesson from last time wasn't deep enough."
James's kick sent his 200-pound body flying, feet off the ground, crashing heavily to the floor, like kicking a sandbag. This sudden change startled everyone.
Stanley's face twisted in pain, full of regret, wishing he could give himself a big slap. He was really asking for trouble.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Sir, I was wrong! Truly wrong! I'll compensate! Bro, how much do you want me to pay?" Stanley was on the verge of tears. As a mafia boss with dozens of men under him, he had never been beaten like this. But now, he was truly afraid of James; James was just too terrifying for him.
Frederick and the others were swallowing hard, feeling their brains go numb. Was this still the useless James they knew?
James turned to Frederick, and reiterated, "How much do you want to compensate? Just tell him."
Since he had already stepped forward, he didn't bother to maintain a low profile anymore; he just wanted to resolve the matter, which also helped Jennifer.
Frederick and the others glanced at each other, then said weakly, "How about, a hundred thousand?"
Seeing James's strange expression, they quickly added, "Actually, fifty thousand, no, twenty thousand will do."
Looking at the darkening sky, as if it was about to rain, James didn't want to waste any more time. He directly told Stanley, "Each person, a hundred thousand for medical expenses, transfer it within a minute."
"What? But that guy said it was only two... okay, I'll transfer, I'll do whatever you want. Sir, let's solve the problem." Stanley felt wronged. Normally, Stanley was the one bullying others, he had never been bullied like this.
With the lesson learned just now, he didn't dare to be careless again, quickly took out his phone, transferred money to Frederick and the others, and when it came to Curtis, James spoke, "He doesn't need the money, he's not my friend."
Curtis's smile instantly froze.
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