Sweet Retaliation Master & Young Miss

40. Fighht

"Hey you two, that's our place. Go find someplace else or we kick it,"

Dean stopped, then turned his gaze to the man wearing the leather jacket. Dean guessed they were a biker gang, judging by the way they dressed it was obvious. "I'm sorry but I saw it first, it's my place and it means you have to go find somewhere else" Dean said, imitating the man's style of speech.

They grunt and laugh while looking at each other. Then looking back at Dean ferociously, the distance between the man and him began to thin. "Hey boy, I know that you're rich. But that does not mean you can get everything you want with the wealth you have. There never was such a thing here.

No matter what you are, we will never back down. Because this place has been ordered since yesterday," the man snapped.

"You think I'm scared?! Come here if wealth is useless" Dean prepared the horses and his clenched hands were right in front of his face. The man smiled, his smile mocking. He thought this brat who had just come out of the protection of his parents could be that easy to deal with the outside world? He was dreaming.

He floated a punch and the energy was not too strong, he believed the punch was already sore for the great pretentious boy before him. But unfortunately, the punch did not land on Dean's face. The punch landed on Leon's face. Leon wants to stop this, it's not good to fight in a public place.

"HEY! You also want a great granddaughter ha?!"

The fight attracted the attention of many people, even though people were watching them from a distance. "There's a fight there, did they just fight over the girl?" clarie. Rarely does anyone fight here. "I went there first Ben, maybe they need this box,"

Clarie approached, the place was on the table that Ivan had already ordered. Clarie wondered what was the problem until Ivan had to fight. Even though just bluffing it is enough to make people afraid.

"Ivan stop hitting! And you please continue to enjoy the night that remains" Clarie ordered.

Ivan stared at Leon with a savage look, looking to tear him apart and eat him. Then Ivan looked at Dean who looked frightened but also happy. Clarie looked at the people in front of her, digesting the thing that had just happened. His eyes looked at Dean. "Ivan, can I sit down? Them too? What can?"

"Alright, alright. Hey you two, especially you boys! If Clarie hadn't come, I'd have made sure to have you stay in the hospital for a month,"

Clarie smiled and sat down beside Ivan, her eyes beckoning Leon to sit next to her as well. "Ivan, I think you hit people wrong,"

"Yes, it's true that I hit people wrong. I should've hit that kid,"

"Yes, that's right," after that no one spoke. Ivan's men were busy treating Ivan, and Clarie was busy treating Leon. Too many wounds on the face, too long to treat, and too long the distance between Clarie and Leon was so thin that Leon had to hold his breath.

It was too close, and he could see and feel it clearly. A petite face and lips, slightly narrowed eyes with a faint gaze, and the strong scent of her masculine perfume. This is not good, neither good for Leon nor good for the other two men who are being burned by the flames of jealousy.