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Chapter 1240: Could He Be the King of the East Coast?

Before long, several vans pulled up.

A moment later, dozens of men wielding machetes stepped out of the vans. Seeing this, the surrounding pedestrians scattered in fear. In an instant, only Chris Shelby and Harold Jefferson were left standing.

Seeing so many people, Harold Jefferson asked nervously, "Mr. Shelby, what should we do now?" Although Harold Jefferson was a Grandmaster-level practitioner, he had always been an honest farmer. Facing so many fierce-looking men made him a bit anxious.

Chris Shelby smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing, just some trash. Don't be afraid with me here."

Hearing this, Harold Jefferson breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, these dozens of thugs were not even worth Chris Shelby's attention.

At this moment, a burly man covered in tattoos stepped out of one of the vans. It was clear from his appearance that he was a leader.

"Boss!" The scar-faced man immediately ran over and shouted urgently.

This was Jimmy Cock, the deputy leader of Crazy Steer. He had been getting a massage at a foot spa when he received a call from the scar-faced man saying he had been beaten up. The scar-faced man was one of Jimmy Cock's most trusted subordinates. How could he tolerate his own man being beaten? If he let this slide, how could he maintain his reputation in the area?

Without hesitation, Jimmy Cock brought dozens of his men over.

Jimmy Cock glared at the scar-faced man and asked angrily, "Who did this? Who dared to bully my men?"

The scar-faced man pointed at Chris Shelby and Harold Jefferson and shouted, "Boss, it's them! They beat me up; you have to avenge me!"

Hearing this, Jimmy Cock walked up to Chris Shelby with a cold expression and said, "Kid, do you know who I am? I'm the deputy leader of Crazy Steer. You dare to hit my men? Are you tired of living?" Chris Shelby ignored Jimmy Cock and directly called James Mester on his phone.

"Mr. Shelby!" James Mester answered respectfully as soon as he picked up.

Chris Shelby got straight to the point and asked, "James Mester, do you know about Crazy Steer?"

"Uh? Crazy Steer?" James Mester paused and frowned. "Mr. Shelby, Crazy Steer is a gang that has recently risen to prominence. Did they offend you?"

Chris Shelby nodded. "Yes! A man claiming to be Crazy Steer's deputy leader is blocking my way."

"Damn it! A bunch of trash courting death!" James Mester exclaimed. "Mr. Shelby, don't be angry. Wait for me; I'll call Crazy Steer's leader right now!"

"Alright! I'll give you one minute. If it's not resolved within that time, you'll handle it yourself," Chris Shelby said before hanging up.

"Kid, I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?" Jimmy Cock was furious when he saw Chris Shelby ignoring him and making a phone call instead. Chris Shelby glanced at Jimmy Cock but couldn't be bothered to respond. Someone like Jimmy Cock wasn't even worth his time.

"Kid, you're asking for it! Men..." Jimmy Cock shouted in anger as Chris Shelby continued to ignore him.

Just then, Jimmy Cock's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was his boss calling.

He immediately put on a fawning smile and said, "Boss, what can I do for you..."

"I'll kill you!" Crazy Steer's boss interrupted with a furious shout before Jimmy Cock could finish speaking. "Jimmy Cock, do you know who you've offended? James Mester himself called me!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! I don't care what you're doing right now; apologize immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next!"

With that, Crazy Steer's boss hung up.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Jimmy Cock's forehead as he looked at Chris Shelby in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that this man had directly alarmed James Mester. And who was James Mester? The former richest man on the East Coast! Now the head of East Coast Security Company with thirty thousand men under his command!

Almost the entire East Coast was under his control! Yet such a person had personally called his boss to demand an apology...

Without any hesitation, Jimmy Cock knelt down immediately.

"Sir, I didn't recognize your greatness; please forgive me this once!" At this moment, Jimmy Cock was filled with regret. If he had known Chris Shelby's background earlier, he wouldn't have dared to come over no matter what.

Chris Shelby said coldly, "This is just a small lesson for you. If there's a next time, your entire Crazy Steer will be wiped out."

"Yes! Yes! I promise it won't happen again!" Jimmy Cock nodded quickly.

Harold Jefferson stood by in shock at the turn of events. He had expected a big fight when Jimmy Cock brought dozens of men over. Instead, one phone call from Chris Shelby made Jimmy Cock kneel down immediately.

This was simply amazing!

In an instant, Harold Jefferson looked at Chris Shelby with admiration in his eyes.

"Let's go!" Chris Shelby snorted coldly and left with Harold Jefferson.

Dealing with someone like Jimmy Cock wasn't worth Chris Shelby's effort. After all, he was the King of the East Coast! The first Primus of Amerosia!

And who was Jimmy Cock? Just a deputy leader of Crazy Steer-nothing more than an ant in Chris Shelby's eyes!

After Chris Shelby left, Jimmy Cock realized his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"Boss, what's going on? Why did you kneel to him?" The scar-faced man walked over and asked in confusion.

He had called Jimmy Cock to help teach Chris Shelby a lesson. But instead, Jimmy Cock knelt down before him-what was going on?

Slap!

Jimmy Cock stood up and slapped the scar-faced man hard across the face.

"You almost got me killed!" he shouted angrily. "Take him away and feed him to the sharks!"

Jimmy Cock was furious; he had narrowly escaped death because of this fool. So he vented all his anger on the scar-faced man.

At his command, several underlings rushed over and grabbed the scar-faced man.

"Boss, please spare me! Spare me!" The scar-faced man pleaded desperately.

But Jimmy Cock ignored his pleas. Moments later, the scar-faced man was dragged away.

Standing there alone again, Jimmy Cock muttered in confusion: "Someone important enough for James Mester to personally call... Who is he? Could he be... the King of the East Coast?" As this thought crossed his mind, fear filled Jimmy Cock's face once more.

Thud!

His legs gave out again as he knelt back down...