Chapter 1235: Chapter 1229: Extra Story – Righting Wrongs 6_1 Chapter 1235 -1229: Extra Story – Righting Wrongs 6_1 Finn Lewis finally set the table down in front of Finn Lewis and placed a stool next to the table, wiped it clean, and then spoke respectfully, “Young Master, please enjoy your tea.” The waiter tremblingly served the tea to Finn Lewis.
Finn Lewis opened the pouch he was holding, and upon opening it, he couldn’t help but whistle softly.
“Wow, there’s quite a lot left, isn’t there?” The pouch was not large, just smaller than the size of a palm, containing a few silver ingots, along with a bar of gold that appeared to weigh about seven or eight taels.
Before Newman Tims, who was being held by the T1000, could react, Finn Lewis directly took out a bar of gold and tossed it to the waiter, “This! this sir, this is! this is too much.” The teahouse wasn’t small, and the waiter had seen Finn Lewis before; although familiar with payments of a dozen or so silver, he had never seen anyone pay for a pot of tea with gold, especially not a bar weighing at least a dozen taels—how could he dare to accept it.
“It’s not too much, I’m just happy, and the rest is a tip for you,” said Finn Lewis with an indifferent wave of his hand.
“Russell Rodger, what are you waiting for?
Take what’s given and scram,” Hugh King, standing on the outskirts, directly spoke up.
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Now, his only concern was keeping the scene under control until the Tims Family arrived for the rest.
This was beyond what he could decide.
Understanding Newman Tims’s status within the Tims Family well, Hugh King knew that Newman was their only male heir, treated like a treasured jewel.
“Yes, yes, yes.” The waiter nodded immediately, turned, and quickly left the crowd.
Finn Lewis casually picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, then started drinking.
As for Newman Tims, being held up by the collar by the T1000, he was doing well just to tip-toe on the ground, let alone sit.
“Young Master, look! Mr.
Tims also seems very tired standing up; perhaps he could sit down and rest a bit,” Hugh King, standing on the fringes, couldn’t help but speak up, fearing that if Newman Tims couldn’t stay steady on his feet, he might just get strangled by his own collar.
“He needs to rest a bit?
Number Two, let him rest a bit,” Finn Lewis said flatly.
“Yes, Young Master.” Number Two nodded then abruptly raised his arm even higher, causing Newman Tims to roll his eyes and start coughing violently.
However, the strength of the T1000 was not something a normal person could contend with; Newman’s struggle was useless.
One could only say that his clothes were made of good fabric.
If Newman could still have half of his foot on the ground earlier, now he could barely touch the ground with the tip of one toe.
Fortunately, the Tims Family valued Newman enough that he didn’t have to suffer much before their people arrived.
Accompanying them were even more men from the Qing army, around four to five hundred in number, who completely blocked off the entire street.
The leader was an official in his fifties, likely Moore Tims, the Governor of Griffin City, and Newman’s father.
“Audacious rebel!
How dare you kidnap and commit violence in the street!
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Release him immediately, and I shall be lenient with you,” Moore Tims bellowed after descending from his sedan chair.
“Oh wow, Mr.
Tims, what an impressive authority.
Could it be because of your son that Mr.
Tims is in such a rush?
If it were just a commoner, you probably wouldn’t even show your face, would you?” Finn Lewis said as he stood up, smiling.