Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 480

Those gangsters were from a biker gang, and they all rode modified motorcycles that sounded as loud as speeding sports cars.

In fact, they were so loud that they could cause public disturbances.

As if that wasn't bad enough, they also liked speeding down the highways as a group.

As soon as they arrived at the other end of the street, the roaring sound of their motorcycles already traveled all the way down the street. Needless to say, they were a nuisance to the public.

Just one noisy motorcycle was enough to catch attention, much less a whole group of them. Moreover, they all had eccentric hairstyles and outfits that were hard to miss.

“You sounded eager over the phone, Mr. Hancock. How may we help you?”

Those gangsters were drinking at a place nearby, and they rushed toward Daroga Cafe upon receiving a call from Donny.

The biker gang was founded by Donny. Donny was rich, and everyone was eager to butter him up. Hence, he was considered the leader of the biker gang.

Donny didn't ride his modified motorcycle that day because he was picking up girls.

“Nothing much! It's just that this fellow scratched my car, and he's refusing to pay up. I asked you guys to come to help me pressure him,” Donny said to the gangsters.

Upon hearing that, the gangsters immediately took out their metal pipes and machetes before surrounding Harold.

Upon hearing that, the gangsters immediately took out their metal pipes and machetes before surrounding Harold.

Although they hadn't said a word, one would be terribly frightened upon seeing them waving their weapons around.

“What do you think, brat? I managed to gather all these men with just a phone call. Are you paying me a hundred thousand, or are you willing to get beaten up by every one of them?” Donny asked Harold smugly.

Having already beaten the men sent by Bill and Owen, Harold knew what he was capable of. Hence, although the gangsters assembled by Donny had surrounded him, he wasn't afraid. Why do so many people want me to teach them a lesson?

“What if I choose neither?” Harold threw the question back at him disdainfully.

“Well, that's fine. I'm giving you a chance now. If you can do what I just did and gather as many people here with a phone call, I'll let this matter slide. If you can't do it, on the other hand, I want two hundred thousand. The extra one hundred thousand will be given to my friends here. What do you think?” Donny asked in a mocking tone. He was acting as though he were playing a game with Harold.

“Is that so? I don't want to get my hands dirty, so I guess I should call for backup. However, I only need one man. Would you believe me if I told you that you and your friends would be on your knees begging for mercy in three minutes?” Harold changed his mind and decided to not fight those gangsters in

public. That's bad for my reputation.

“Wow! You're a bag of wind, aren't you? Go on!” Donny was amused, and he started laughing. He's just a poor man with a lousy scooter. What kind of big shot is he capable of summoning?

Harold wasted no time calling Lothar. “Mr. Hightower, I'm outside the café now, but I ran into some trouble. Could you come here and settle the issue for me?” NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

As soon as the call went through, Harold directly asked Lothar to help him resolve the matter. Why does it feel so natural for me to order a rich man like Lothar around? It feels as though I was ordering a random person around. I don't feel anything wrong with it.