Chapter 31

But now, as he watched Alan Yager surge past his barrier as if through a void, nothing stood in his way.

For a moment, Sarah Tyson's heart was once again overwhelmed by fear.

"What... do you want to do?"

Seeing that Sarah Tyson was struggling to speak clearly at this moment, Alan Yegel shook his head helplessly.

Sarah Tyson, your memory really isn't that good.

Didn't I just say that? I want you to test whether my little brother's fists are truly strong!

At that very moment, Alan Yegel's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a small-time thug who suddenly lunged at him in a surprise attack.

A mischievous smile flickered across his lips, then he spread his fingers like iron pliers, gripping Sarah Tyson's shoulder firmly.

Then he suddenly pulled with all his strength, dragging Sarah Tyson straight toward him.

The very next second, I saw that small-time thug's fist—the size of a sandbag—land with a loud thud squarely on my boss's face.

It was only then that Sarah Tyson realized she had been perfectly used as a shield by Alan Yager.

"Where the hell are you shooting?"

At that moment, Sarah Tyson was absolutely furious inside.

Although he had personally summoned over twenty subordinates, he found himself utterly immobilized beneath the Five-Finger Mountain controlled by Alan Yeger.

In the end, it's still you who ends up getting beaten.

Sarah Tyson was feeling frustrated, and so was her younger brother.

After ranting at himself for no apparent reason, Alan Yager's expression grew even more furious.

This little brother secretly made a vow.

I'll deliver the next punch with even greater force—this damn bastard named Alan Yeger must be killed.

Driven by rage, the young thug swung his fist again with all his might.

The more effort he put in, the worse off Sarah Tyson would become.

Seeing the punch coming from his opponent, Alan Yager once again guided Sarah Tyson toward the direction of the impending attack.

"Bang!" Another punch landed—a solid blow on Sarah Tyson's face.

In the following period, Alan Yager repeated the same strategy, leveraging Sarah Tyson—who served as a human shield in front of him—as his protection.

They managed to stop those more than twenty young thugs, each using a different strategy and delivering powerful blows.

With each punch she landed, Sarah Tyson grew more and more aggressive in her insults.

The harder he cursed, the more vigorously his subordinates responded.

And so it repeated itself again and again—just as all those twenty or so men were already gasping for breath.

Sarah Tyson's face was swollen as a pig's head, and she lay weakly at Alan Yegel's feet.

Seeing this, Alan Yegel shook his head at the twenty-plus young thugs with a look of frustration at their failure to meet expectations.

You guys are really pushing too hard. Now your eldest brother has turned into a pig's head—why are you still staying there?

Let me tell you: if you delay sending him to the hospital, he will suffer severe disfigurement. You'll face serious consequences in the future!

Alan Yager's words were like a wake-up call; immediately, those petty thugs had no intention of seeking revenge on him.

With their bodies utterly exhausted, they hurriedly lifted Sarah Tyson and transported her to the hospital.

The dramatic scene before her eyes left Rebecca Albert utterly stunned.

At first, she thought about calling her younger brother for help.

But now my finger, which was supposed to dial the number, lingered on the screen and I momentarily forgot what to do.

How can she tell her what exactly has happened now?

Why did Sarah Tyson, despite clearly teaching Alan Yager a lesson about interpersonal dynamics, end up getting beaten down herself in the end?

And it was still those more than twenty junior assistants who did the actual work.

Such a shocking plot twist would probably be too extreme for any TV series to depict.

Only when Alan Yegel gently said to him, "Teacher Albert, don't get too attached to your brother—he's just a legend. You may go now!" did things change.

Rebecca Albert slowly regained her composure.

"So violent is Alan Yager!"

It seems I'll need to find Rita Klein and have a proper talk when I have time in the future—don't let family issues drive you to become a violent woman!

Alan Yegel had no idea that in Rebecca Albert's eyes, he had become synonymous with a violent individual who acted impulsively at the slightest disagreement.

That afternoon, he went to pick up his wife just as he had done the previous day. After work, Belice Klein rode her bicycle to the Nightlight Bar on the pedestrian street for her shift.

But as soon as he entered the bar, Alan Yegel detected something unusual.

With less than half an hour left until the bar opens, the staff aren't rushing to clean up.

Instead, one or two people stood in the middle of the dance floor.

In front of William Evans, the leader, sat a burly man in a black suit with his legs crossed.

When Alan Yager appeared, William Evans was the first to greet him.

"Boss!"

Upon hearing this, Alan Yegel nodded in agreement.

She immediately walked over to him, looked at the burly man, and asked a question.

George, who is this guy sitting cross-legged like an old man?

When asked by Alan Yegger, William Evans answered truthfully.

This is Edward Stock, the manager of Rose Bar.

And behind this Rose Bar is Tyson Finance!

As William Evans leaned in close to his ear and whispered the second half of the sentence, Alan Yegel found it secretly amusing.

These past two days, I've really had a special connection with the people at Tyson Finance!

As if reading that malicious smile on Edward Stock's face, Alan Yegel dragged a stool and sat down in front of him.

It's Edward Stock, right? Say what you've got to say—go ahead and express your thoughts freely. Once you're done, just leave right away!

We'll also be serving some fresh dishes at our bar later.

The meaning is clear, regardless of what you eat for dinner!

At the sight of Alan Yager's appearance, a dismissive smile crossed Edward Stock's face.

You're Alan Yager—truly sharp-tongued indeed!

With that, Edward Stock adopted a more comfortable sitting position, resting his arms on the sofa armrests, and continued speaking.

I'm here today hoping you'll join our Walking Street Bar Alliance!

"Let's make money together!"

Alan Yegel found Edward Stock's words quite novel and immediately raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, then tell me how we can make money together?"

Upon hearing Alan Yegel's question, Edward Stock responded directly.

As anyone running a night club knows, how much money can you really make from selling just a few bottles of alcohol?

The majority of revenue still comes from other business sources!

"For example, legal lending!"

Upon hearing Alan Yager's words, he gave a knowing expression, saying, "Go on."

Edward Stock then went on to add his remarks.

When William Evans was in charge of this bar, he had already agreed to join our major league!

This lending service has always been provided by our Rose Bar. All other bars act as agents and only need to pay us a 40% commission!

But now that you've taken over as the manager of Nighttime Bar, I'd like to ask if you'd like to continue working with us.

Regarding Edward Stock's words, Alan Yegel nodded slightly.

"Usury... sounds like a very profitable business."

Moreover, a commission rate of 40% isn't particularly high after all!

At Alan Yegel's words, a confident smile spread across Edward Stock's lips.

Indeed, as the other party pointed out, there was no reason for this man named Alan Yegel to refuse such a great opportunity.

Just when Edward Stock thought he was almost certain to close the deal, his approach to the matchmaking arrangement suddenly took a complete 180-degree turn.