All of a sudden, Wilbur threw the pint of beer onto the floor. The bottle shattered upon impact, glass flying everywhere.
The supervisor walked over at once. "Is anything the matter, Sir?" "This is fake alcohol. Are you trying to take the piss out of me?" Wilbur asked coldly.
The supervisor stopped short before saying, "Sir, please watch what you say. All of our alcohol is purchased legally following all necessary procedures." "lI don't care! It's fake because I said it is. You're going to payten million dollars, or you can kiss this club goodbye." Wilbur sat down, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
The supervisor was stunned, only returning to his senses after sthad passed.
He then chuckled. "You aren't from here, are you, Sir?" "I'm not. What about it?" "I see. Well, it's just your luck that you cto a place where an attitude like this will only get you killed," the supervisor mocked.
Wilbur's expression turned cold. He got to his feet, slapping the supervisor twice across the face.
The supervisor was completely stunned by Wilbur's assault.
Wilbur said, "I make the rules here, got it? Getmy money if you don't want another beating right now!" The other staff members on duty realized something was off as well and rushed over to surround Wilbur.
The supervisor returned to his senses at last, shouting, "Get this bastard good!" The staff members charged all at once. However, Wilbur sent them all howling in pain on the floor with just a few blows.
The superior was shocked by the sight but still shouted, "Hey! Do you know who owns this place? Have you got a death wish, starting trouble like this?" "I don't care who this place belongs to. You're payingmy ten million dollars." "Alright, alright! Just wait, someone's going to pay you for sure." The supervisor stormed off, taking out his phone to make a call.
Wilbur paid him no heed as he leaned back in his chair and continued to smoke.
Not long after, a beautiful woman wearing a thick layer of makeup and a red dress walked downstairs and toward Wilbur.
She looked to be in her thirties. She had a mature vibe about her and was breathtaking.
The woman looked around at the staff members on the floor and smiled at Wilbur. "Hello, Sir. What's your name?" "Wilbur Penn. And you are?" "Haley Loom. I'm the manager here. Everyone here callsMadam Scarlet. May I know what happened here?" "You solda fake beer." "Let's not talk about whether or not the beer was fake. You asked for a compensation of ten million dollars. Isn't that a bit much?" "l don't think so." "I guess you just clooking for trouble, huh?" "You've got that right." Haley's expression turned cold at Wilbur's words. "This nightclub belongs to Mister Ack. Are you sure you've thought this through?" "lI don't give a damn about who the place belongs to. You're paying up for sure. But..." Wilbur looked Haley up and down and smiled.
"I can drop the matter if you spend the night with me." The supervisor shouted, "Have you lost your f*cking mind? Madam Scarlet is Mister Ack's lover. Do you have a death wish?" "Is that so?" Wilbur got to his feet, walking up to Haley and giving her a one-up once again.
All of a sudden, he reached out to grope her, chuckling as he said, "Not bad. One night will be worth it. I'll let you consider." The supervisor was completely stunned. He had never seen anyone quite as shameless.
Was this man trying to get himself killed by putting his hands on Mister Ack's lover? Haley herself was in shock as well. She had not expected him to be so shameless either.
"Call Mister Ack. Tell him someone's trying to cause trouble here," she fumed.
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