Brother Cannon stared at Evan Lin, tapping the table with one hand and fixing his gaze straight ahead.
From thirty thousand to seven hundred thousand.
For Brother Cannon, that was already a pretty hefty income.
The others were all lounging around, glancing at Evan Lin with relaxed expressions.
Their collective gaze was like a flock of wolves eyeing a lamb waiting for slaughter.
"Seven hundred thousand? Fine."
Evan Lin nodded, showing not the slightest intention to bargain.
"You’re a straightforward guy,"
Brother Cannon laughed heartily, eyes full of greed. "Since you’re so decisive, just pay up now."
"Seven hundred thousand—are you transferring now, or are we going to the bank together?"
Brother Cannon was getting impatient.
The sooner he got the money, the sooner he could relax.
"Just so we're clear, I don’t take IOUs or debt slips. If you can’t pay up, you’re not leaving here today."
Brother Cannon and his crew watched Evan Lin like hawks, ready to stop him if he tried to bolt.
"Transfer now or go to the bank, either way works. As for Hank Chu owing you money, that ends here."
Evan Lin spoke calmly.
"Yeah, his matter’s settled. He doesn’t owe me a dime anymore—you owe me seven hundred thousand."
Brother Cannon nodded.
"Alright, the first matter’s done. Now let’s talk about the second one."
Evan Lin spoke in a low, steady voice.
"Second matter? What’s that?"
Brother Cannon paused, caught off guard by Evan Lin’s words.
"I can pay you, but before I got here, you laid hands on my friend. How are we settling that account?"
Evan Lin spoke unhurriedly, locking eyes with Brother Cannon across the table.
As soon as Evan finished, Brother Cannon’s face darkened. The men who’d just sat down instantly stood up.
They glared at Evan Lin, faces fierce and threatening, their eyes full of menace.
"So you’re refusing to play nice?"
Before Brother Cannon could speak, one of his men snapped coldly, "Brother Cannon’s giving you face—take it. Or are you planning to make trouble for him?"
"You think you’re worthy?"
There were about ten men flanking Brother Cannon.
Each one looked fierce and tough—not the kind you’d want to mess with.
Will Han and Hank Chu’s faces changed at once.
These guys were known for playing dirty.
The atmosphere was razor-sharp, like a powder keg ready to blow.
"You’re an interesting kid."
Brother Cannon sat there smoking, not stopping his men, just watching Evan Lin. "I admire your guts."
"Since you’re bold enough to bring it up, I’m curious—how do you want to settle this account?"
Brother Cannon bounced his leg, surrounded by his crew, completely unfazed. "Besides, you just roughed up my guys too—if we’re settling accounts, let’s add that in."
He was just curious—curious how this kid dared to speak so confidently.
"Debt is debt—I’ll pay you seven hundred thousand. But since you laid hands on my friend, you take a slap from him and pay him a million. Then it’s settled."
Evan Lin spoke slowly: "As for your guys, I just taught a few dogs a lesson. If they’re not convinced, let them come bite me."
As soon as Evan said that...
Bang!
Brother Cannon, who’d managed to keep a calm face till now, slammed his palm down on the table.
The table shook, sending cups and bottles flying.
"Are you messing with me?"
Brother Cannon’s eyes were icy cold. "All these years, no one’s ever dared to play games with me like this."
"I’ll tell you now—today, seven hundred thousand, not a penny less. As for your friend’s beating, he deserved it. If you have any objections, I’ve got plenty of friends here who don’t mind settling things with you!"
His voice was loud, and his face had lost all trace of a smile.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
Will Han went pale with fear, while Hank Chu glanced around, already plotting what he could grab to help Evan if things really went south.
"Looks to me like you’re not here for a friendly chat," a burly guy grumbled, muscles bulging, fists like hammers.
He stood next to Brother Cannon, towering over Evan Lin.
"Enough talk. Maybe we should let this kid suffer a bit—he won’t cry until he sees the coffin." Another, thinner man’s eyes flickered.
Brother Cannon was about to speak.
"Sorry, let’s pause this for a moment—give me five minutes, then we’ll continue."
Brother Cannon heard the boy across from him speak up.
His voice was as calm and steady as ever—even with a dozen men staring him down, Evan looked completely unfazed, as if he’d never even heard of fear.
Brother Cannon hadn’t even reacted yet.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the bar.
Footsteps echoed, disorderly and nonstop, filling the air.
The door swung open.
Suddenly, more than thirty people rushed in.
They wore security uniforms, storming in from outside.
"Manager Zhang!"
The security captain scanned the room, quickly spotting Manager Zhang and rushing over with his crew.
"Perfect timing!"
Manager Zhang, who’d been hunkered down for ages, was helped up by the security captain.
Supported by the captain, he walked over toward the booth.
"That kid right there dared to lay hands on me! Throw him out!"
Manager Zhang’s voice rang out, full of resentment.
He’d been manager here for years, but no one had ever kicked him like that before.
Evan Lin’s kick didn’t just hit his stomach—it shattered his pride.
"Looks like your trouble’s here."
Brother Cannon and his crew looked around. They’d planned to deal with Evan first, but seeing so many newcomers—none of whom looked easy to handle—they hesitated.
Brother Cannon had to restrain his men for the moment and watched Evan Lin across the room.
At that moment, Brother Cannon felt something strange—though Manager Zhang’s side had brought plenty of people, and they looked even tougher than his own crew, the kid across from him didn’t seem the least bit afraid.
And before these people came in, Evan had already said he needed five minutes.
Did he mean five minutes to settle things with Manager Zhang?
But why would he dare?
Brother Cannon wondered, frowning as his men all sat back down, watching coldly from the sidelines.
"Was it you who laid hands on our manager?"
The security captain stepped forward, eyeing Evan Lin, then glanced at Hank Chu sitting in another booth. "You’re friends with this Hank kid, right?"
"Come on—kneel down and take your beating like a man. If we do it, just protect your head; I promise we won’t kill you."