Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris

Chapter 1199 Local Tyrant

Chapter 1199 Local Tyrant

Chris Shelby said lightly, "Bring out all your restaurant's signature dishes, and also bring me some extra rice."

The reason Chris Shelby asked for more rice was solely because of Harold Jefferson's immense appetite.

Harold Jefferson was truly a bottomless pit, unable to satisfy his hunger without a substantial amount of rice.

Upon hearing Chris Shelby's words, the restaurant owner's eyes lit up. He knew a big customer had arrived.

"Of course, coming right up!"

Soon, the dishes were served, and Chris Shelby and his companions immediately dug in.

Ding ding ding!

Suddenly, Harold Jefferson's phone rang.

Harold Jefferson checked his phone and saw that it was his father calling.

After hanging up the phone, Harold Jefferson's face turned grim.

Seeing this, Chris Shelby curiously asked, "What's wrong?"

Harold Jefferson gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Shelby, they've arrested the old village chief!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Chris Shelby was utterly shocked.

Chris Shelby had never imagined that they would be able to capture Peter Jefferson. It seemed like the situation in Jefferson Village was dire.

Chris Shelby reassured, "Harold Jefferson, don't worry. After we finish our meal, we'll head to Jefferson Village." Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"Alright."

Harold Jefferson nodded firmly.

After finishing their meal, Chris Shelby exclaimed, "Boss, the check!"

The restaurant owner beamed, "Hello, the total is three hundred dollars!"

"Okay."

Chris Shelby nodded, taking out three hundred dollars from his wallet.

After settling the bill, Chris Shelby and his companions left.

As they were leaving, a man at the next table, a sneaky-looking guy, cast a deep gaze at Chris Shelby.

When Chris Shelby was paying, the man noticed that Chris Shelby's wallet was filled with hundred- dollar bills, easily totaling tens of thousands. This sight sparked a covetous desire in him.

After Chris Shelby and his group left, the man also departed.

He arrived at a gaming hall, bustling with people.

"Mr. Banks, I have good news to share with you!"

The man approached a chubby man named Vanderbilt Banks, the local bully in Sandford, known as the town's top tough guy.

No one dared to mess with him in Sandford. He was a true bully.

Vanderbilt Banks asked, "Rodent, what good news do you have?"

The man named Rodent eagerly said, "Mr. Banks, I just saw three outsiders outside with a lot of money on them!"

Vanderbilt Banks's face lit up with joy as he asked, "How much money?"

Rodent replied, "I estimated at least tens of thousands."

Upon hearing this, Vanderbilt Banks's eyes gleamed.

For a small town like Sandford, tens of thousands of dollars were a considerable sum.

Uncertain, Vanderbilt Banks asked, "Are you sure?"

Rodent hastened to say, "Mr. Banks, I'm sure! I saw it with my own eyes, no mistake."

Upon hearing this, Vanderbilt Banks smirked.

"Excellent! In that case, let's rob them!"

Vanderbilt Banks patted Rodent's shoulder, saying, "After this is done, you will be duly rewarded."

Rodent beamed, "Thank you, Mr. Banks!"

Vanderbilt Banks smirked.

Such activities were not unfamiliar to him.

Previously, several outsiders who came to Sandford were robbed by him.

After being mugged, these outsiders wanted to call the police but were severely beaten by Vanderbilt Banks and his cronies before being thrown out.

They could only lament their misfortune and leave shamefully.

Meanwhile, Chris Shelby was driving away from Sandford towards Jefferson Village.

Suddenly, a dozen people blocked his path.

Seeing this, Chris Shelby squinted slightly.

Without wasting words, he descended with Harold Jefferson and Tiger.

Vanderbilt Banks stared at Chris Shelby and his party, saying, "Kid, hand over the money, or else don't blame me for not being courteous!"

Upon hearing this, Chris Shelby couldn't help but feel speechless.

In all his years, it was his first time being robbed.

Before Chris Shelby could respond, Harold Jefferson, standing beside him, erupted in anger, "You scum, daring to rob outsiders in your own hometown, tarnishing its reputation! Are you trying to bring shame upon yourselves? Are you asking for death?"

Harold Jefferson was extremely, extremely enraged!

Jefferson Village was, after all, part of Sandford.

These robbers were disgracing the entire town of Sandford by committing such acts in Jefferson Village.

"Hahaha!"

Vanderbilt Banks laughed heartily, "Kid, you're quite bold! Do you not know this is my territory? If you want to leave, you must hand over the money, or you'll regret it!"

With that, a dozen thugs by Vanderbilt Banks's side brandished their knives.

Chris Shelby couldn't be bothered with these rogue thugs and simply patted Harold Jefferson's shoulder, saying, "I'll leave these guys to you!"

With that, Chris Shelby returned to his car.

Seeing this, Tiger also followed suit back to the car.

Facing the thugs, Tiger likewise had no desire to engage.

With Harold Jefferson's skills, dealing with a few hoodlums was a walk in the park; there was no need for Chris Shelby or Tiger to step in.

Harold Jefferson stared at Vanderbilt Banks and his gang, roaring, "Daring to tarnish our hometown's reputation, today I will eradicate all you scumbags!"

Today, Harold Jefferson had brought Chris Shelby over with great difficulty.

To encounter Vanderbilt Banks and his gang robbing the road was a disgrace to the local community, which made Harold Jefferson extremely angry.

In a split second.

Harold Jefferson made his move against Vanderbilt Banks and his cohort.

Seeing Harold Jefferson charging at them alone, Vanderbilt Banks grew furious.

"Damn it!"

Vanderbilt Banks cursed vehemently.

He was used to skullduggery in Sandford.

Ordinary people would shy away from him.

These outsiders were blatantly disrespectful, and he had to teach them a lesson to maintain his reputation in Sandford.

Vanderbilt Banks decided.

This time, not only would he rob Chris Shelby and his group, but he would also beat them half to death!

He wanted everyone to witness the consequences of crossing Vanderbilt Banks.

With a wave of his hand.

The dozen thugs charged at Harold Jefferson, wielding their knives and striking him fiercely.

These thugs were indeed brutal; had it been anyone else, they would have been done for today.

Unfortunately for them, they were facing the likes of Chris Shelby, Tiger, and Harold Jefferson.

Each of them was extraordinary.

Confronted with a dozen knives coming at him, a cold gleam shone in Harold Jefferson's eyes.