Chapter 169: Chapter 169 - Justice Arrives
My eyebrows furrowed when I heard what the tattooed youths said.
Watson Thompson, standing nearby, cursed loudly at them. "Are you fucking stupid? Go home and find your mother to keep you company!"
The tattooed youths didn’t get angry but kept laughing. "This girl has a fiery temper. We love feisty girls like you!"
Then these guys looked at me and shouted, "Dude, it must be awesome to be with such a hot girl every day, right?"
After that, they all erupted in laughter again.
Watson got so furious that she grabbed a dish from the table and hurled it at them!
"That’s for your big mouths!" she snapped angrily.
The tattooed youths got drenched in soup, and their faces gradually darkened.
"You little slut, you’re really asking for it. Today, you’d better clean the soup off me!" They stood up and started walking toward Watson, their expressions cold.
Although Watson was angry, she wasn’t stupid. Seeing them get up, she immediately ducked behind me without hesitation.
"Mason, beat them up!" she demanded with a glare.
I sat there without moving while continuing to eat my kebabs.
The tattooed youths quickly approached me. They stared me down and said, "Buddy, your girlfriend splashed soup all over us. What are you going to do about it?"
I glanced at them and replied indifferently, "What do you want to do about it?"
Hearing my words, they immediately took me for a wimp.
They smirked and said, "Let your girlfriend spend the night with us, and we’ll let this go. How about that?"
I couldn’t help but shake my head.
I put down the kebabs in my hand and said coldly, "First, she’s not my girlfriend."
"Second, if you don’t want to die, you’d better get lost right now."
The youths laughed and said, "Kid, you’ve got a big mouth!"
I sneered, "When you’re outside, you’d better watch your mouth. It’s not a good habit to spew shit everywhere."
The youths scowled and said, "I think you’re asking for death! Let’s do this, brothers. Waste him!"
With that, they charged at me.
I didn’t even bother standing up. I just waved my hand, and the youths flew out sideways!
A tremendous force sent them flying through the air, even causing them to spit out blood!
"Serves you right! If you talk nonsense again, I’ll tear your mouths apart!" Watson shouted furiously.
The youths struggled to get up, pointing their fingers at my nose: "Kid, you’d better wait. We’re from the Red Star Society! You better not leave!"
"I haven’t finished eating yet, so I won’t be going anywhere," I said lightly.
The youths clenched their teeth and stormed off.
"What kind of bullshit Red Star Society? Never even heard of it!" Watson snorted.
At that moment, the restaurant owner came over.
He advised, "Young man, you’d better leave now. The Red Star Society are not to be messed with. They have dozens of people under their control and bully others in this area. No one dares to provoke them!"
"Bully others?" I raised my eyebrow.
The owner sighed, "Yes, every time they come here to eat, they never pay their bill. We have no choice but to stay silent."
I frowned, "Then why do you still serve them food?"
The owner smiled bitterly, "I’m just trying to make a living by keeping a low profile. Who wants to get involved in trouble?"
"They’re that hateful? In this day and age, they still dare to exploit ordinary people!" Before I could finish, Watson was fuming with anger.
"Boss, don’t worry, I’ll take care of this today!" Watson patted her chest confidently.
The owner forced a smile.
"What can a young girl like you do?" the owner said with a bitter smile.
I chuckled on the side, "She might just be able to help you."
The owner was stunned, his face showing confusion.
Glaring, Watson took out her phone and dialed a number.
After the call was answered, she immediately said in a coquettish tone, "Uncle Gordon, I’m at the kebab stall on Lila Dragon Street. Some people are bullying me! They said they’re from some Red Star Society and want to capture me. Boo hoo hoo..."
Then, Watson continued, "Yes, bring more people. They’ve got hundreds of people under their control!"
At the other end of the line, Commander Gordon turned pale.
Chief Thompson’s daughter was being harassed by the Mafia? That couldn’t be allowed to happen!
He immediately ordered, "Gather the Second Combat Division and head to Lila Dragon Street immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
Back at the kebab stall, Watson laughed, "Don’t worry, that Red Star Society will be gone soon."
Of course, the owner didn’t believe her. How could a small girl get rid of the Red Star Society that had been terrorizing the area for so long?
"You’d better leave now. If you don’t, we might get dragged into this too. I won’t charge you for this meal. I’ll treat you. Is that okay?" the owner said with a pleading tone.
Watson glared, "What are you talking about? I’m not like those punks. I won’t take advantage of you!"
I laughed, "I didn’t expect you to have such a strong sense of justice."
"Of course! Everyone at our school calls me the embodiment of justice!" Watson said proudly.
I quietly sighed.
How many more small organizations like the Red Star Society were out there?
And would those who were oppressed by them have such good luck as to meet Watson?
Seeing that his words had no effect, the owner didn’t say anything else, just sighed quietly.
Meanwhile, Watson and I continued eating our kebabs, unconcerned.
Soon, several cars approached in the distance!
A Mercedes led the convoy, followed by a series of SUVs.
As the cars stopped, a bald man with a gold necklace and Buddhist beads in his hands stepped out.
"Brother, it’s them!" The beaten youths hurriedly pointed at Watson and me.
The bald man snorted, waved his hand, and said, "Go, surround their table!"
"Yes!"
Dozens of underlings swarmed in and surrounded our table!
Watson couldn’t help but feel a little scared, and she instinctively hid behind me.
I remained calm, not paying attention to these people.
The bald man came up to me and asked while playing with his Buddhist beads, "So, you’re the one who hit my brother?"
I didn’t even look up, saying coldly, "If you don’t leave, the next one getting hit will be you."
The bald man’s face darkened, and he snorted, "You ignorant little bastard! Get him!"
"Yes!" The dozens of underlings immediately grabbed sticks and clubs and rushed toward me!
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Suddenly, a thunderous noise came from the distance.
Turning to look, we saw countless military vehicles speeding towards us!
