Chapter 89: Willing
In a nightclub, Brother Bob sat gloomily in his office, still feeling a dull pain in his chest, and looked at John Smith in front of him with a sinister gaze, saying, "John Smith, what’s the background of that guy? It’s time you could tell me now, right?"
John Smith gave a wry smile and said, "Brother Bob, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I really don’t know much myself. I got the short end of the stick from him too. All I know right now is that his girlfriend’s name is Emma Campbell."
"Is she the little miss he brought with him?" Brother Bob said, his face somber, his eyes flashing with an intimidating coldness.
"Exactly, but..." John Smith tentatively tried to dissuade Brother Bob in a low voice. Remembering James Brown’s capabilities sent chills down his spine. Last time, they were beaten by James Brown; maybe it was because the rest of them weren’t that impressive, but the men Brother Bob had brought with him were all experienced fighters and still got easily handled by James Brown. Such strength was truly formidable.
Brother Bob slammed the desk fiercely and shouted angrily, "Damn it, John Smith, do you know? No one has dared to hit me in all these years, and this guy actually dared to hit me. Do you think I can swallow this?"
John Smith forced a dry laugh and said, "Brother Bob naturally can’t be compared with me. I let him hit me and just had to accept it."
Brother Bob’s facial muscles twitched, remembering James Brown’s skills at that time. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He suddenly felt that seeking revenge would be very difficult and said through gritted teeth, "So you’re saying I’ve got to swallow this too?"
After a moment’s thought, John Smith said, "Brother Bob, since you trust me, I might as well share my thoughts with you."
"Speak," Brother Bob ordered, his large eyes fixed on John Smith.
John Smith cleared his throat and said, "Actually, making an enemy of such a person could bring us a lot of trouble. It might be better to instead make friends, turn a fight into a friendship. If possible, if we could even win him over to our side, that would surely be a super enforcer, right? With someone like that on your side, if you wanted to expand your business, you would have an extra push, wouldn’t you?"
Brother Bob’s eyes rolled, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "The method you’re talking about isn’t bad, but... this guy is really too tough. If he comes to work for me but doesn’t respect me, what should I do?"