Instant Millionaire
Chapter 46 If You Think You Are Such a Tough Guy, Then Tell Me Who You Are

"Bryan, can you do me a favour today and just forget it. Your meal today is on me..." Manager knew that Jane was a good girl so he could not bear to let Bryan bully her.

"Pa..." Not waiting for manager to finish his words, Bryan directly punched manager's nose.

manager covered his nose and bent his body. The bright red blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.

"It seems like you don't fucking understand what I'm saying, do you?" Bryan looked down at manager arrogantly and said. He put his hands into the pockets and slightly lowered himself, "Anything else do you want to add?"

"Bryan, she is my employee..." Manager said with difficulty.

At this moment, Bryan lifted his right foot and kicked manager's head.

Manager who was kicked, fell onto the ground, spitting out two teeth. Blood was coming out of his head and mouth.

Bryan did not restrain himself at all. He raised his leg high and was about to stomp down again. He had nothing to fear even if he really stomped off manager's jaw.

"Bryan, I won't...I won't stop you anymore..." Manager said hastily as it was impossible for him to let himself be hurt so much just to protect Jane.

"HaHa, you're still sensible!" Bryan put his foot down and smiled triumphantly.

"Bring Jane out and ask her to wash Bryan's clothes," manager stood up and said to a male waiter.

The waiter was about to go to the kitchen but someone blocked his way.

Quincy gently pushed the waiter out.

"Oh, isn't this the psychopath?" Bryan laughed teasingly when he saw Quincy. Some of his subordinates laughed as well.

"I'll let you go as I know you're an idiot, get lost now!" Bryan looked at the waiter again, "What are you waiting for? Quickly go and get Jane out!" However, Quincy still blocked the waiter's way.

"You're looking for death, aren't you? Get your ass over here!" Bryan angrily said to Quincy.

Quincy smiled faintly and walked towards Bryan. Meanwhile, he also took a bottle of red wine and a glass from the table beside him.

"This idiot has improved. When he was yelled at by Bryan just now, he just looked like a weakling. But now, he dares to come over."

"Don't say he's an idiot. Don't you see that he's preparing a toast to Bryan, he's indeed good in pleasing others."

"Giving a toast will just have less slaps. Bryan's strength will make him become an idiot even if he's originally not an idiot if Bryan really punched his head. Bryan, am I right?"

Bryan was so smug when his subordinates fawned on him. At this point, he looked at Quincy and was not so angry as before. He thought in mind that he would give Quincy two slaps after Quincy finished the toast. Then, he would ask Quincy to be his subordinate as he thought that it was not bad to have such an idiot around...

While Bryan was still daydreaming, Quincy already walked up to him and poured red wine fully into the glass.

"You're really a fool, how am I supposed to drink it when you're pouring it until so full?" Bryan said and was about to take the glass from Quincy's hand but before his hand touched the wine glass, a purple-red "waterfall" was oncoming.

The glass full of red wine was splashed onto Bryan's face by Quincy. The wine entered Bryan's eyes and nostrils, making him felt uncomfortable and spicy, so he bent his body subconsciously.

'Puff'. Bryan wiped the wine on his face with his hand and tried to open his eyes but it was so spicy that he could not open them completely. He could only squint, "You're fucking looking for death right..." Before Bryan finished his sentence, his heart pounded. In his blurred vision, a shadow rapidly approached him and without having time to react, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead. At the same time, a 'pa' sound was produced. There was more wine flowing onto his head, mixed with glass shards.

"Ah..." Bryan screamed and fell onto the ground. He touched his forehead with his hand and put his hand in front of his eyes. It was bright red.

At this moment, Quincy was still carrying a red wine bottle with half part left. The broken pieces of the bottles were scattered all over the ground.

"Why are you guys still standing there? Fuck him!" Bryan seethed with anger and shouted angrily to his subordinates. However, a few of them looked at Bryan, behaved as if they were in a difficult position and shivered, not daring to take action.

Quincy's surprising action just now had shocked everyone there and they had not calmed down yet. Everyone's mind was filled with awe for Quincy that they did not even dare to breathe.

'Pa'.

Quincy threw away the red wine bottle with half part left and with such a simple action, he scared those people in the scene.

With a sneer, Quincy paced step by step towards Bryan. Bryan was so frightened that he continuously alternated his arms to move backward, not caring about his reputation in front of his subordinates at all. "I'm really surprised how come a person like you can become the head?" Quincy stepped on Bryan's face, looked down at him and said coldly, "If I ever meet you again in the future, you better sharpen the knife yourself, I'll book your pair of legs."

Quincy ruthlessly crushed Bryan's face to give him a lesson. Then, he was thinking to let him go.

"Hey, tell me who you are as I wish to know how I lose to you," Bryan spoke again when Quincy had just taken two steps away. Quincy turned back and saw Bryan was sitting on the ground "respectfully" while looking at him. Quincy took a glance at Bryan's subordinates and found a hint of slyness on their faces.

Quincy laughed readily.

"You're not honest yet, are you?" Quincy looked at these people's faces and could already figure out what was Bryan's purpose of asking that question, which was, Bryan wanted to know the details about him and would later take revenge on him. Quincy sighed in his mind, thinking that Bryan was thinking it in a too simple way. If he did not totally let Bryan be convinced, not only himself, Jane and this shop might encounter a lot of troubles in the future.

Since you wanted to play, I would play with you.

"I'm Quincy, merely a student at JM University, any problem?" Quincy said in a relaxed manner while his eyes were flashing with a hint of contempt.

"Hey, I thought you have a very powerful background that can support you. Being just a muddleheaded student, how come you fucking dare to mess with me!" Bryan originally wanted to pretend to admit defeat so that he could get Quincy's details but he did not expect Quincy could discover his trick so easily. And when he heard that Quincy was just a student, he did not need to pretend to admit defeat anymore. "If you continue to talk like this, I'll make these shoes kiss your face," said Quincy with a faint smile.

"If you're so good, just come and beat me! Whatever you did to me, I'll double it back to you. If you do not lose a layer of skin today, I'll not let you get out of here easily!" Bryan's face was bleeding and his grim smile looked distinctly frightening.

He looked at his subordinates, "I'm going to call Mr. Thompson right now and ask him to send a few strong musclemen over!"

Hearing that Bryan might get Mr. Thompson's assistance, the others let out a low sigh and looked at Quincy with more worries in their eyes.

"Who? Mr. Thompson?" Quincy felt this name was a bit familiar.

"Young man, Mr. Thompson is the boss of Berkeley Hotel by the name of Fred Thompson. In this area, Mr. Thompson is even more powerful than the police."

"You better plead with Bryan. When Mr. Thompson's musclemen come, you'll really be beaten like hell, and it's to no avail for you to call the police."

The people around said softly to Quincy.

Hearing that Mr. Thompson was Fred Thompson, Quincy was dying of laughter in his mind.

"Idiot, you know to feel scared now, aren't you? You never estimate your self-ability before you hurt me..." Bryan felt that Quincy's heart must be trembling now after hearing others' words, "You kneel to me now, kowtow for 300 times, shout 'Grandpa, please forgive grandson' for 300 times and lastly lick the ground clean with your mouth, then I'll consider to let you off."

"I've just warned you to talk wisely and properly," Quincy said, approached Bryan and kicked Bryan's mouth twice like kicking a football.

"You..." Bryan was kicked by Quincy to the state of delirium, "I'll call Mr. Thompson now, you wait and see..."

Quincy held his arms when he looked at Bryan. It was as if he was expecting a good show.

The phone call was connected. Bryan's bloodied face showed an arrogant sneer.

"Mr. Thompson, I'm Bryan, not the one who sells the sex toys..., Brian is the one who sells cars, I'm Bryan, not Brian, yes, Bryan. Do you still remember the night half a month ago, I went to your place with a suitcase..." Bryan finally managed to let Fred remember who was he after taking a long time.

"I regret to disturb you with this call but I'm having a little trouble and I hope that you can send me two musclemen to support me...Who?" Bryan was able to ride Fred's coattails as he recently sent a large sum of money to Fred. Bryan knew that if he messed with a powerful person, Fred would definitely not help him, but this time... Bryan took a glance at Quincy and revealed a contemptuous smile, "Not a powerful person, just a student from JM University, by the name of Quincy Lane."

Quincy looked leisurely at Bryan. Hearing that Bryan utter his name, Quincy could not help but puff out a laugh even though he already envisioned this kind of scenario just now.

"You're still laughing! I'll make you kneel and lick my shoes later," Brian said with a sneer and looked at Quincy victoriously like a villain.

Just as Bryan was getting carried away, a roar came from the phone, "You brat, how can you beat the young master! You little son of a bitch, you're looking for death..."

Bryan's ears felt hurt due to the roar and his heart throbbed violently as he was enormously astonished by Fred's reaction.

"Mr. Thompson...what's wrong..." Bryan's brain was totally messed up and his heart was thumping wildly against his chest as if he was standing on a cliff.

At this point, Quincy grabbed Bryan's phone from his hand.

"Ah..." Bryan looked at Quincy with a dumbfounded face and he did not know what to say.

"Mr. Thompson, don't worry, I'm totally fine," said Quincy calmly into the phone, while Fred was having swarms of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Bryan had a suggestion just now, I think it's good to let him try." Quincy's gaze aimed at Bryan but Bryan was still dazzled and confused. Bryan's body even unconsciously shivered as he felt that the young man's gaze in front of him was so sharp and cold.

"He said to kneel, kowtow for 300 times, shout 'Grandpa, please forgive grandson' for 300 times and lastly lick the ground clean with the mouth, I think all these are quite suitable to be done by him..." Quincy repeated what Bryan said before.

"Hey, you, Mr. Thompson wants to talk to you..." Quincy gave the phone to Bryan as if he was donating to a beggar.

Bryan who was overcome with fear placed the phone beside his ear, "Hey, Mr. Thompson..."

Next, after Fred said something, Bryan's heart pounded so fast that he felt as if his soul would fly out. By the time when Fred finished speaking, Bryan felt like he had lost most of his soul.

He slowly turned his head towards Quincy with eyes, lips and legs trembling. 'Thump', Bryan had cold feet and knelt on the ground like a slave, "Young Master Quincy, I'm sorry, I do not deserve to live, I have offended you, I'm a pig, I have eyes but I have no difference with a blind person, please have mercy to forgive me who acts like a stupid donkey..."‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒