Babel Novel
Chapter 1102 Are You Just A Bar Owner
Chapter 1102 Are You Just A Bar Owner
Wilbur considered that these underworld bosses might flatter Donald out of fear.
But he never imagined that these people could be so clueless, even going as far as to claim they had never heard of Newton.
Do you people have any shame?
Have you all lost your minds?
Aren't they afraid of Newton's retaliation?
Donald tapped Wilbur's face lightly and said, “It seems you can't invite any big shots after all. Since that's the case, let's just settle this now.”
“No! It's not!”
Wilbur struggled to his feet. “They're all deceiving you! Newton is the underworld king of Pollerton! If he comes, you're all doomed!”
Silence.
It was a silence as profound as death.
Jackdaw, who had always been at odds with Newton, even secretly gave Wilbur a thumbs up.
You are freaking brave, Wilbur!
What kind of deep-seated grudge do you have against Newton to dare to speak so recklessly in front of Mr. Campbell?
If Mr. Campbell truly believes that you and Newton share a deep connection, wouldn't he lose interest in him in no time?
It seems like I have a chance to rise to the top!
Just as Jackdaw was brimming with excitement, a black Mercedes stretch pulled up at the entrance of the construction site.
Newton, dressed in a Polo shirt, wore a serious expression as he quickly ran towards them.
“Apologies, Mr. Campbell, I'm late.”
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The expression on Wilbur's face froze.
How could he have ever imagined that the savior he had been longing for would also hold such respect for Donald?
Donald glanced at Newton. “Who are you?”
The corner of Newton's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly lowered his head even more.
“Mr. Campbell, you can call me Newton. I own a bar on Tranquil Street.”
“Pfft.”
Jackdaw who was kneeling at the back couldn't help it and accidentally let out a laugh.
Newton who was a power tower had thousands of followers under his command. His total wealth and assets amount to over a billion.
So, after all that humming and hawing in front of Donald, he just said he runs a bar on Tranquil Street?
Over the years, Jackdaw and Newton had been constantly at odds. Neither of them was willing to admit defeat to the other.
Seeing how Newton back down in front of Donald today, Jackdaw's face lit up with impish glee.
Awesome!
“Oh, a bar owner. So, are you here to back Wilbur up?”
“No, no, no, Mr. Campbell, you've got it all wrong. I have a deep-seated grudge against this b*stard!
“I came today specifically to claim his life!”
Newton, who held a high position, knew better than anyone how easy it was to fall from the peak to the bottom.
As far as Newton was concerned, Wilbur was already a dead man the moment he started spouting nonsense in front of Donald.
“Since you're not here to back him up, go kneel at the back.”
“Yes, Mr. Campbell.”
Seeing that Donald didn't bother to argue with him, Newton didn't dare to be pretentious anymore.
Obediently, he walked to the back and kneeled side by side with Jackdaw, looking just like two well- behaved elementary school boys.
“So, do you still have any backup?”
Hearing Donald's question, Wilbur's eyes dimmed.
Even Newton couldn't afford to offend Donald, so what hope did he have?
“Kill me then. Everything that happened today is my fault alone, and had nothing to do with my men.”
“Let them go, and you can do as you wish with me.”
With a mocking expression, Donald looked at Wilbur and said, “At this point, do you really think you're in a position to negotiate with me?”
“You will pay for your evil deeds. They will not escape since they have done evil deed just like you.”
With a snap of his fingers, Donald signaled. From the shadows, Billy emerged, clutching a dagger in his hand.
Everyone present couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
They'd been here for so long, yet they had no idea that someone had been in that corner all along!
“Sir.”
With utmost respect, Billy presented the dagger, looking at Wilbur as if he were looking at a dead man.
Dragon Fide Villa was the project Donald cared about the most.
If Wilbur dared to meddle with this project, he was simply courting death.