Chapter 125 – My Uncle is the Police Inspector
The green-haired punk stared wide-eyed at the bamboo skewer impaling his hand, stunned at first. But when the pain finally registered—and blood started gushing—he let out a shrill scream.
"Aghhh! You bastard!" he roared. "You dared stab me! Kill him! Get him now!"
His cries snapped his gang of dazed friends to attention. With a shout, they grabbed beer bottles and smashed them—glass clinking as jagged edges flashed in the streetlight.
But just as they were about to charge, a booming voice cut through the chaos:
"Stop!"
All eyes turned.
Hugh stepped forward, no longer the easy-going man from earlier. Despite the alcohol still in his system, his expression was sharp, sober, and filled with the commanding authority of a high-ranking official.
The punks froze in place, beer bottles still raised.
Even in their intoxicated state, they sensed the danger.
Green Hair, face contorted in pain and rage, barked, "What are you all doing? Beat them! My uncle's the police inspector of this district! He'll handle everything—just do it!"
Hugh snorted, his face dark. "Your uncle's the police inspector? Big deal. Go ahead—call him. I'd love to see how he plans to protect trash like you."