Chapter 504
Chapter 504
CHAPTER 504 YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE CONSEQUENCES
The young man smashed a beer bottle with a loud crash and roared angrily with the half-broken bottle in his hand, "Dammit! I just arrived at Cleapolis, and nothing is going my way! Where are those girls? You're at a nightclub, so what are you acting all pure and naive for? I want you to spend a night with me, and you have the nerve to refuse? You can ask around Seavale; which woman would dare to refuse me once I, Clive Arison, make a move?"
Next to him, a group of girls, who appeared to be university students, huddled together, trembling in fear. Seeing that, Kingsley instantly understood what was going on.
The girls were clearly clueless students who had come to have some fun in the club, and the man called Clive Arison had just arrived in Cleapolis from Seavale. Seeing that one of the girls had a pretty face, he planned to make her spend some time with him, but after he was rejected, his embarrassment turned into anger, causing him to throw a drunken tantrum.
Clive let out a drunken burp and spun in a circle, pointing the broken bottle at the crowd as he cursed, "Dammit! I'm the second son of Seavale's Arison Family! What, are you all looking down on me because my father was sent to a godforsaken place like Cleapolis? I'm telling you, my father will return to Seavale soon and inherit the Arison Family, so don't even think about throwing me under the bus! I…" The young mon smoshed o beer bottle with o loud crosh ond roored ongrily with the holf-broken bottle in his hond, "Dommit! I just orrived ot Cleopolis, ond nothing is going my woy! Where ore those girls? You're ot o nightclub, so whot ore you octing oll pure ond noive for? I wont you to spend o night with me, ond you hove the nerve to refuse? You con osk oround Seovole; which womon would dore to refuse me once I, Clive Arison, moke o move?"
Next to him, o group of girls, who oppeored to be university students, huddled together, trembling in feor. Seeing thot, Kingsley instontly understood whot wos going on.
The girls were cleorly clueless students who hod come to hove some fun in the club, ond the mon colled Clive Arison hod just orrived in Cleopolis from Seovole. Seeing thot one of the girls hod o pretty foce, he plonned to moke her spend some time with him, but ofter he wos rejected, his emborrossment turned into onger, cousing him to throw o drunken tontrum.
Clive let out o drunken burp ond spun in o circle, pointing the broken bottle ot the crowd os he cursed, "Dommit! I'm the second son of Seovole's Arison Fomily! Whot, ore you oll looking down on me becouse my fother wos sent to o godforsoken ploce like Cleopolis? I'm telling you, my fother will return to Seovole soon ond inherit the Arison Fomily, so don't even think obout throwing me under the bus! I…" The young man smashed a beer bottle with a loud crash and roared angrily with the half-broken bottle in his hand, "Dammit! I just arrived at Cleapolis, and nothing is going my way! Where are those girls? You're at a nightclub, so what are you acting all pure and naive for? I want you to spend a night with me, and you have the nerve to refuse? You can ask around Seavale; which woman would dare to refuse me once I, Clive Arison, make a move?"
As he spoke, he met Kingsley's icy stare, and he instantly broke into fury. "F*ck! What are you looking at, brat? Are you also trying to f*cking pick a fight with me because my father is losing his power in the family?"
Upon saying that, he stumbled toward Kingsley.
Seeing that, the spy with the rotund belly asked under his breath in Sweoyan, "Emmett, do you think
they're part of the army and putting on a show? Have we fallen into their trap?"
The muscular man named Emmett Campbell said in a low voice, "Cedric, I don't think that's the case! This drunk has clearly lost his mind due to the alcohol, so he's definitely not part of the Qustian army!"
Cedric Stanton, also known as Mr. Field, rubbed his large belly and asked dubiously, "Is this mess… really an accident?"
As they spoke, they removed their hands from the back of their waists. Although their expressions still remained cautious, they were not as anxious as before.
Just then, Clive had already stumbled before Kingsley and demanded loudly, "You brat, I'm asking you a question! What are you f*cking staring at me for? Listen up, even if my father has lost power within the family, I'm still the Arison Family's young master!"
Kingsley said with a frown, "I don't care who you are or what family you're from, but you'd better not disrupt my business, because you can't handle the consequences!"
"Haha… Haha! I can't handle it?" Clive let out a crazed laugh. "You're just a f*cking piece of Cleapolis trash, and you dare to speak to me like that? Who do you think you are?"
At that, he made to swing the bottle in his hand toward Kingsley's head.
"Hiss…"
Seeing that, the crowd inhaled sharply. If the bottle was broken over someone's head like this, they would definitely leave with a bloody skull.
Thud!
Before the crowd could react in time, Kingsley had already lifted his right leg and viciously kicked Clive's stomach. He did not want to start yet another problem, but he could not hold back anymore as Clive was about to hit his head.
Crash!
Clive was instantly tossed a long way forward, sending all the broken bottles next to him flying.
"Ow… That really hurts…"
Lying on the ground full of glass shards, Clive felt as if his entire body was covered in wounds, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.