Chapter 9

Could there be anyone more powerful than Mr. Baron?

Everyone stared at the door, they felt that the status of the person coming was even greater than that of Mr. Baron.

But they only saw a middle-aged man wearing a white T-shirt rushing in.

Everyone present here held their breath.

Everyone knows this man, it's Eugen, the richest man in the city.

People often see him on TV, he is a billionaire, his real estate is spread all over the city, and he is a very famous big figure.

After entering the door, Mr. Eugen nervously rolled his eyes, and finally, he hurriedly walked in front of Justin and knelt on the ground: "Sorry for scaring you. I'm already here."

Mr. Baron saw that and immediately knelt in front of Justin and bowed his head: "I'm sorry, boss."

Mr. Baron is completely ambiguous.

Just now he was in his room enjoying a candlelit dinner with his little lover, enjoying their private world.

As a result, Eugen called, he told him to take a few assassins straight to xxx restaurant, and he said that someone needed help.

At that time, Eugen did not feel there was any problem, he thought that someone was asking Eugen for help. After all, Eugen is so rich, that many people want to ask him for help.

Mr. Baron also didn't feel strange.

But just now, seeing Eugen kneeling in front of Justin, Mr. Baron's eyes were opened.

Throughout this city, there weren't many people who could bring Eugen to his knees. Each person is a legendary, powerful figure.

Who exactly is Justin?

Mr. Baron didn't dare to think too much anymore.

At this moment, the atmosphere seemed to stagnate.

The minds of the four reporters, Peal, Gavin, and the female restaurant manager, were all spinning.

Doesn't he just buy restaurants?

How could he make the city's top billionaire kneel before him, Eugen's appearance exactly like a dog when it sees its owner?

How terrifying is his identity?

Everyone did not dare to think further.

Justin clasped his hands behind his back. He didn't tell them to stand up, so the two older men continued to kneel there.

After a while, Justin spoke up: "Could it be that only the two of them recognize it in this room?"

"Mr. Justin, I'm so sorry." Peal seemed to have just woken up from a dream, he quickly knelt and bowed his head: "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Even though Peal was stupid, he knew at that moment that he absolutely should not touch Justin.

Justin held up three fingers: "It seems only three people recognize it."

Peal glared at Gavin fiercely. “Gavin, do you want to die?”

Only then did Gavin come to his senses. He knelt on the ground, panicked: "Sorry Justin, I didn't know you were such a legendary figure before. I said things to you that I shouldn't have said. I'm just joking. Please forgive me."

No matter how stupid Gavin is, he knows that Justin is someone he cannot touch, he is sure that Justin is completely capable of making him not see the sun tomorrow.

Eugen's assets far exceeded Tarver's house. As a result, Eugen respected Justin like a god. Gavin lived to this age but this was the first time he was so scared.

He just still doesn't understand.

Justin is just a useless guy living in Tarver's house, how can he rise to the sky like that?

The four reporters bowed their heads and apologized to Justin.

Justin sighed: “I said before, I originally wanted to be a little humble, but you want to make a big deal out of it. Can’t you just stay at the restaurant and wash dishes?”

“Okay.” Gavin was about to cry, could he not agree?

Justin continued: “Every day, after work, you come here to wash the dishes, isn't that nice?”

“Okay, very good." Gavin's face turned pale, it was as if he had seen the scene where he made headlines, becoming a laughingstock for the whole city. Later, he was promoted to general manager and had to Come here every day to wash dishes, this would make others laugh.

But Justin's next sentence made Gavin understand that he had been thinking too much.

Justin turned around to look at Eugen: "You must supervise Gavin. Every day after work, he must come here to wash dishes, understand?"

Eugen happily said: “I understand. Please rest assured, I will arrange this matter smoothly."

Eugen is used to being arrogant, usually, he orders others to do things, and if someone disobeys orders, he will feel very uncomfortable.

But today, the first time he heard Justin give him orders, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, on the contrary, he felt both happy and nervous.

Because the person who called Eugen just now and told him to come to the restaurant was someone he couldn't reach.

Justin nodded with satisfaction, then he turned to look at Peal, smiled, and said: “Just now you told me to kneel and apologize? You also told me to compensate you with another bottle of Balance wine, right?”

Peal's hair stood on end. He bowed his head and begged: "I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will compensate you twenty million, ok?”

"Twenty million?" Justin laughed and said to Fiona next to him: "When did my forgiveness become so cheap?"

Fiona scoffed: “Someone previously offered a hundred billion, hoping to get Mr. Justin forgiven. As a result, he returned the question 'How much is your head worth?'”

Peal trembled and said: "How much do you want, you name the price."

Justin pointed to his right hand: “How much is this one arm of yours worth?”

Peal's mind was stunned, he quickly shouted: "I accept to give up everything I have to buy back this arm of mine."

Justin shook his head: "If you lose money, you can get it back, but once you lose your arm, you can never get it back. There are some things that, without bloodshed, you won't know what the price will be if you offend me. I just need this arm.”

He just finished speaking.

The knife in Fiona's sleeve slashed down, in the blink of an eye.

An arm fell, blood splashing.

The blue carpet was stained a bright red.