Chapter 8

"Exactly, Second Young Master Bennett said that Little Daisy should go back to The Bennett Estate with him to enjoy a good life!"

"Ah, I can vouch for this too. Let her go already!"

The big man was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Are you talking about that kid Brian Bennett? Hahaha, just that little brat, and he dares to think about women?"

"If you were talking about his father, our Silver Hook Gambling House would show some respect. But as for him, a useless nobody who hasn't even made the ranks, our Silver Hook Gambling House doesn't care about him at all."

The big man spoke with such confidence that, for a moment, all those who were about to testify were silenced.

In their eyes, although the The Bennett Family was powerful in town, it was Brian Bennett's father who was truly formidable. Brian Bennett himself hadn't even made the ranks.

Their impression of Brian Bennett was just that smiling, helpful young man who was always cheerful. Although he was likable, who in town ever felt even a bit of fear toward him?

It seemed that, apart from beating up Harold Watson yesterday, he hadn't fought anyone before!

Seeing that no one around dared to make a sound, the big man spat on the ground, then turned to the men behind him and said, "Hurry up and drag her away!"

Just as everyone was left dumbfounded, someone suddenly spoke up coldly: "Were you talking about me just now?"

Hearing this voice, the big man turned his head and saw a young man in green, staring at him coldly.

Although the Silver Hook Gambling House where The Quinn Man worked was in another town, he had come to Luming Town many times and had naturally seen Brian Bennett before.

"Haha, so it's Second Young Master Bennett. Wherever you came from, just go back and play there!" As he spoke, he grinned mischievously and teased, "This isn't the place for your good deeds."

The men following behind the big man also burst out laughing.

Looking at the big man's laughing face, Brian Bennett swung his palm and slapped him hard across the face.

He had long been annoyed with this man—not only because he was snatching people in broad daylight, but even more so because when he mentioned him, he acted so dismissive! Most importantly, Brian Bennett was shocked to discover that this guy's reputation value was actually over 1,200!

And it was still increasing!

Damn it, he had to work hard to beat someone up just to get one reputation point, but this jerk who mocked him had 1,200 reputation points, and it was still going up.

Outrageous!

The big man was clearly stunned by the slap. He never expected that the always cheerful and sunny youth, in the eyes of the whole town, would suddenly act out of character and hit someone—right in front of everyone, slapping him across the face.

"You little brat, you dare hit me? Today, I, Mark Quinn, will teach you a lesson on behalf of Gavin Bennett!" Enraged, the big man swung his fist at Brian Bennett.

Although Mark Quinn was tall and fierce, he hadn't made the ranks at all. His punches were fast, but how could he compare to Brian Bennett's years of training?

Although he hadn't developed inner strength or made the ranks, Brian Bennett's Bear Hug Technique was extremely precise. In an instant, Brian Bennett's body crashed into Mark Quinn's abdomen like an iron bear hitting a tree.

To be fair, Mark Quinn was unlucky this time. If he fought seriously, he might not even be able to beat Brian Bennett, let alone now!

This collision didn't knock Mark Quinn to the ground, but it made his stomach ache terribly. Crouching on the ground clutching his belly, Mark Quinn was drenched in sweat.

"Brothers, beat him up! I'll take responsibility!" Mark Quinn was blinded by rage and shouted loudly to his subordinates.

Those men were all fierce fighters. Hearing Mark Quinn's order, they immediately perked up and surrounded Brian Bennett.

Although Brian Bennett practiced the Bear Hug Technique, he hadn't made the ranks. He could handle one Mark Quinn, but facing so many at once was a bit too much.

However, Brian Bennett hadn't planned to fight anyway. He waved his hand toward someone not far behind him and said, "Uncle David, someone wants to hit me."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen burly men in short green robes strolled over, each as strong as a mountain.

The man at the front was named David Bennett, captain of the The Bennett Family guard team in Luming Town, a thirteenth-rank martial artist in his forties with a rugged appearance.

He glanced at the men surrounding Brian Bennett, then said coldly, "How dare you lay a hand on the Second Young Master! Outrageous! Beat them up!"

As soon as he spoke, the guards behind him didn't give Mark Quinn's men any chance to explain. They rushed forward, and in just a few punches and kicks, knocked those guys to the ground.

Mark Quinn tried to get up and speak, but a guard stepped forward and slapped him twice without a word, then stomped him back to the ground.

"Brother Dali, I'm Mark Quinn from the Silver Hook Gambling House. I deserve to die for offending the Second Young Master. We admit our mistake today. In a few days, we'll come to apologize to Edward Bennett!"

Although Mark Quinn was reckless, he knew when to yield. He quickly spoke to David Bennett, his tone urgent.