The Legendary Man

Chapter 277

The Legendary Man Chapter 277

Introducing Allen Morsley

In response to Allen’s question, the young man shook his head. “I don’t know them, but I heard that one of them was called Master Walker.”

“Master Walker? As in Christian Walker?” asked Allen with tightly knitted brows.

The man Allen mentioned is from one of the four prominent families in Yaleview.

“No, not him. Christian would never do anything like this to me. Besides, he wouldn’t dare to beat me up or he would be disrespecting you.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Who else in Yaleview goes by Master Walker besides Christian? So anyone can simply have people calling them Master nowadays, huh? It’s ridiculous!” scoffed Allen at the thought. “Did you tell them that you’re under my protection when they hit you?”

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment before answering, “No. I… I forgot to do that.”

“Then you deserve getting the crap beat out of you! There’s power in saying my name, and you should know that.” Upset with what he had heard, Allen gave the young man a kick on his bottom.

“You can hit me all you want later, Mr. Morsley, but if you don’t avenge me now, those b*stards are going to get away!” pleaded the young man rubbing his rear.

Smirking at the young man, Allen assured, “That’s not going to happen. No matter where they go, they can’t hide from me, so don’t worry. You’ll get your revenge.”

With that, Allen strode out of the room, and following closely behind him were several well-built men in suits.

Meanwhile, the fight in the boxing ring had gotten more intense.

Locking Ghost Fire’s neck with his arm, Scar pounded his opponent repeatedly in the abdomen.

Even though Ghost Fire was already beaten to a pulp, Scar showed no sign of slowing down.

The tattooed man then grabbed his opponent by the hair and started hitting him in the face.

“Kill him!”

“Destroy that b*stard!”

Excited, the crowd cheered and shouted at the fighters. It did not matter to them if someone got killed in the ring because they believed that the weak ones deserved to die, and that showed just how cruel underground boxing matches were.

However, a young man suddenly appeared from the crowd before stepping into the ring.

“Stop!” At the sound of his command, everyone at the scene was immediately shocked.

“Who the heck are you? Do you have some kind of death wish?”

“Hey, idiot! Get out of there! You’re ruining the match, man!”

“Da*n it! What are you doing in there? Get lost!”

Naturally, the crowd got upset when the young man interrupted the fight, so they started cursing at him.

However, it did not take long before some of them figured out who they were yelling at. Those who recognized the young man quickly warned their friends, “Shut up, man! Do you have any idea who that is? You’d better put a sock in it if you want to walk out of here alive.”

“What are you talking about? Who’s that?”

“That’s Allen Morsley, you idiot!”

Immediately, those who cursed at Allen covered their mouths and lowered their heads to hide in the crowd, for nobody dared to offend him.

“I just told you to stop. Are you deaf?” When Scar continued to punch his opponent, Allen walked over and kicked the fighter in the stomach.

Scar then shifted his attention to Allen and was about to take a swing at the man when the ring owner shouted, “You stop it right there! Don’t you dare move a muscle!”

As ordered, Scar withdrew his fist that almost landed on Allen’s cheek. The boxer glared at Allen standing before him, imagining different ways to tear the young man apart.

“Don’t you know who that is? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” roared the owner at the fighter before instructing his subordinates, “Get those two out of the ring! Now!”

“Yes, sir!” Hurriedly, a dozen men rushed into the ring to remove Scar and Ghost Fire.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Morsley?” The ring announcer plastered on a smile before approaching Allen, who happened to be the last person he would want to offend.

Had it been somebody else interrupting the fight, the announcer would have had them fed to the dogs.

“Somebody disrespected me when they laid their hands on my friend. Hence, I can’t let them go unpunished,” explained Allen after glancing indifferently at the announcer.

“What? I didn’t think anyone in Yaleview would dare offend you, Mr. Morsley.” The news came as a surprise to the ring announcer.

“That makes two of us,” scoffed Allen before turning to the injured young man. “Get in here and tell me where they’re seated in the crowd.”

“Sure.”

As instructed, the young man quickly made his way into the ring and scanned his surrounding. Then, he pointed his finger in the direction where Jerry was seated. “There he is! And those people with him!”

The young man could not remember who was the person who hit him, so he decided to blame everyone in Jerry’s company, including Jonathan.

“So that’s the one who beat you up? Let’s get him to come into the ring.” Staring straight at Jerry, Allen gestured for the man to come forth.

Jerry’s face immediately turned grim when he realized who it was beckoning to him.

Oh no, that’s Andy’s brother, Allen Morsley. He’s also known as the Devil of Yaleview, and he belongs to one of the four prominent families in Yaleview! What the heck did I do to upset the Devil himself?

Fear-stricken, Jerry suddenly broke out in cold sweat as his men who were just as afraid as he was, gathered around him.

“What should we do, Master Walker?” inquired the terrified men.

“How should I know? Don’t you think I wish I have all the answers?” Jerry completely lost his temper because he knew that he was in trouble at that moment, so he forced an apologetic smile before standing up to respond to Allen. “It’s all just a big misunderstanding, Mr. Morsley. I had no idea that he is a friend of yours.”

When Allen heard the man’s terrible excuse, he could not help but scoff, “That’s it? You think I’m going to just let this slide because you are ignorant?”

“If there’s any way I can make it up to you, Mr. Morsley, please do let me know.” Jerry ate humble pie and bowed to the man to show his sincerity.

Compared to how he acted in front of the young man earlier, one could be forgiven for mistaking him for a different person.

“I want you and your friends to leave here with a broken leg. Plus, you have to compensate my friend for the trauma you caused with one hundred million.” Allen directly stated his conditions to Jerry.

“What?”

When Jerry heard the man, his face somehow turned even grimmer, for he did not think that he could agree to the terms. “Mr. Morsley, these conditions of yours just seem-”