Salute To The General
Chapter 158 Did I Allow You To Speak

Chapter 158 Did I Allow You To Speak

The liquor's fake?

Everyone was stunned to hear Nathan's words.

Luther skeptically poured himself another glass and gave it a taste.

He was not an expert, but he could still tell the difference between real Maotai and moonshine.

It wasn't long until his expression turned ghastly.

With a grim face, he looked toward the waiter nearby and said coldly, "Get your manager or boss here.

I'm hosting my distinguished guests but you're humiliating me by selling me fake liquor. I'm going to

shut this place down if I don't get a satisfactory explanation."

Hearing that, the waiter quickly headed outside and summoned someone over.

Shortly after, a young, insidious-looking man entered the room with a bunch of men.

They consisted of thugs armed with iron bars, security guards holding batons, and some chefs holding

kitchen knives.

The insidious-looking man said coldly upon entering, "Which one of you had the balls to slander our

restaurant and accuse us of selling fake liquor? I'll break your legs!"

Upon seeing this man, William Harrison exclaimed, "Ahh! It's Harry Wilson! He's the son of Felix

Wilson, the Director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau!”

Harry Wilson snickered. "Hmph, at least one of you could recognize me."

William quickly greeted him while passing him a cigarette. "I'm terribly sorry. This is all a

misunderstanding!"

Harry slapped the cigarette away and said coldly, "Don't give me that bulls***. Who's here with you?

Which one of you just said I'm selling fake liquor? Show yourself!"

Luther Chuss had no choice but to stand up. "I did. You're selling fake liquor. You can't do whatever you

please just because you're Mr. Wilson's son!"

"Hehe, the Moreish isn't just mine alone," Harry replied with a smirk.

"We have many shareholders, including Quin West, son of Captain West of the Investigation Unit;

Mitch Langford, son of the Head of the Traffic Management Bureau; and even the Mayor's son, Zeke

Crow. How dare you accuse us of selling fake liquor?"

Luther's expression changed instantly. He didn't expect this restaurant to be run by a group of officials'

children.

It was no wonder the place was still brimming with customers despite selling fake liquor.

Luther wouldn't be afraid of Harry Wilson if it were only Mr. Wilson involved, but he no longer dared to

cause a scene after learning that there were many other important figures behind this restaurant.

Otherwise, he'd be in hot water!

Luther forced a smile and relented. "The liquor isn't fake. I must have been mistaken, so it's fine.”

Seeing that Luther gave in, Harry chuckled even more coldly. "It's fine with you, but not with me. You

accused me of selling fake liquor and even threatened to shut this place down."

Feeling awkward, Luther dared not say anything more.

Harry picked up the two bottles of fake liquor and placed them in front of Luther. "One should always

own up to their mistakes. Drink up these two bottles and I'll let you go."

The arrogant man was forcing an old man like Luther to finish two bottles of fake liquor. Luther was

beyond livid but dared not say anything

"Mr. Chuss is of old age, Mr. Wilson.

There's no way he can drink two bottles of liquor. Please have mercy on him!" William Harrison

pleaded.

"Piss off! Did I allow you to speak?" Harry yelled. "He'll drink these two bottles. Otherwise, don't even

think about leaving this place."