"Oh, so it's you. What do you want calling me this late? Let me tell you, I'm busy right now. No time to chitchat with you. I have a meeting to attend. Speak up, what is it?"Hearing this, Thomas was taken aback instead. To his impression, Stephen Burns was just a flirtatious playboy who never cared for family business. Having a meeting now didn't seem right. Getting drunk and chasing girls sounded more like him."Sorry to disturb your fun, Stephen, but I really need your help with something serious here.""What is it? Tell me!""Oh, I'm at the food street in Nova City right now. There's a kebab stand here where I met an arrogant lunatic. He beat me up, and none of the men I brought could take him down.Left with no choice, I dropped your name, but who knew he would spout nonsense, claiming to be your godfather! I figured you should know about this, so I called. What do you say, will you come settle this?""What? Where did you say you were?" Stephen Burns' voice sharpened, clearly sho
Justin and Stephen Burns sat at a small table, the thugs and Thomas having been carried off - not far, just so they didn't obstruct the kebab stand's business.But the disruption had killed business for the day anyway. Still, Justin overheard Stephen Burns mention an interesting detail."Godfather, my father has handed the entire food street project to me. He said I must cooperate with you to transform this into the culinary mecca of Nova City.I've drawn up some plans and was about to discuss them with my company men before this moron called me over. Why don't you take a look first, Godfather, and see what you think of the proposal?"Justin waved it aside without glancing at the project plan. The Burns family was in seafood, but their company's food and beverage sector was formidable too. The young master knew far more than a dilettante spender like Justin did. Getting him to parse those complex proposals would be a waste and an insult.Heh heh, this is best - being an absentee owner
The other man, despite forcefully withstanding Justin's kick, had half his body numb and dragged his struck leg slightly. His stance made it clear he had stumbled back several steps.With just one exchange, their difference in skill was apparent. Still, this man had some ability to be able to block Justin's strike. Justin had used only half his power, yet this man had withstood it. He was clearly another martial arts expert. In fact, this man was named Liam Harrison, an Aikido inheritor. He ran a martial arts school in Nova State and was a prominent figure, a grandmaster level martial artist.But his cultivation was ultimately lacking compared to Justin's. He only understood physical martial arts and had not cultivated any Force. With or without Force marked a boundary in the martial world.To put it simply, one was just a shield while the other was a warrior with magic damage. They were on completely different levels. To be frank, this man was inferior even to Gregory who had injure
Justin put down the phone and returned to the table to chat about school with his brothers.Gavin Ferguson didn't believe for a second that this kid could bring down the business empire built up by generations of his family in ten minutes. But his confident words still worried Ferguson somewhat.He called his secretary to check on his company's situation and accounts. Finding nothing amiss, he was certain the boy was bluffing.So he grew even more arrogant. The brat was relying on Robert Burns' influence. Laughably, Robert Burns had even come to warn him. What a coward!Just wait. After dealing with this boy, he would go back and settle scores with Robert Burns, humiliating him thoroughly.And he would deal with his son too for daring to speak to him in that tone. The unfilial brat!But just five minutes later, his phone rang. It was his secretary calling."Mr. Ferguson, this is bad. Our outstanding 10% of shares seem to have been purchased by someone. And some shareholders sold their
"What an idiot," Tank Turner sighed, shaking his head."You said it. We've met so many rich people, but why do I feel like each one thinks too highly of himself? They just charge further down the path of courting death without realizing it. Do people's brains turn stupid once they get rich?" Maxwell Stone asked in exasperation."I don't know if rich people turn stupid, but Gavin Ferguson is definitely screwed. What do you think - will Justin torture him with the ten great tortures? Or just kill him outright? Could be either." Justin naturally heard the brothers' chatter. Facing the charging Gavin Ferguson, he just gave a cold laugh and casually stuck out a foot.With a "pop", the onrushing Gavin Ferguson was kicked straight in the nose bridge. His spurting nose blood drew a graceful parabola in the air, beautifully illuminated under the lights.Like a fat pig, he was booted back, the kick sending him flying ten meters until he crashed again into his car, knocked out cold.Having deal
After saying a few more harsh words, Timothy Knight left with his lackeys, an aloof expression on his face.Justin and Bella presented a different scene. Bella's face was filled with worry and a hint of reproach as she frowned and said, "Why did you agree to his dance battle? He's really good and you've never learned street dancing before. There's no way you can beat him.""Is he really that good? I didn't think so. I just find him annoying like a fly buzzing around you. You're my girl now and I don't want to see him harassing you like an irritating insect. This time, I have to make him understand his place. Some people can't get close to you just because they want to, like him. You're off limits," Justin replied. Hearing this, Bella was deeply moved. She enjoyed feeling protected this way. In this moment, she felt that as long as Justin was by her side, even if the sky fell down, she would not be afraid.However, her blissful thoughts of their blossoming romance were short-lived. Be
"Damn, bro! You using cheats or something? How'd you get so good all of a sudden? With those street dance skills, you've got nothing to fear from Timothy Knight. Just go out there and destroy him," Murray exclaimed, pumping his fist excitedly as if he had personally defeated Timothy himself.Justin merely shook his head at the praise, shrugging off the challenge as a minor issue far beneath his notice.Time flew by, and the day of the festival arrived before they knew it.The process was about the same as always. The principal went up on stage and gave a speech, basically saying the semester was over and encouraging everyone to keep working hard. That took up half an hour, during which the students below listened with utter boredom, nearly falling asleep. It was more effective than a lullaby. But the principal didn't seem to notice, continuing to pontificate pompously in an endless stream of platitudes. Justin was nearly driven mad.At that moment, he and the others were backstage do
"Hahaha, excellent idea! I'll leave this matter to you then. Find me a couple of capable hands. I must make him suffer this time."After rousing everyone's emotions with his heartfelt speech, Justin began his performance.The backstage lighting technician extinguished all the stage lights, leaving only a single spotlight shining on Justin. Dressed in a white suit, one hand tucked in his pocket and the other shading his eyes under a hat brim, he exuded an indescribable aura of depth and charm, like a dark angel mesmerizing the crowd below with silent intimidation.Gradually, the sounds of support and chatter from the audience faded away as all eyes locked onto Justin, barely daring to breathe.Watching this scene unfold, Timothy felt an ominous premonition rise within him.Instead of lively music, the backdrop was a low, infectious melody. Compared to Timothy's earlier fanfare, the subdued music complemented Justin's nearly perfect transformed physique and features, giving him a captiv