Supreme Mars

Chapter 38 Wreck This Place

When Chris Lawson arrived with his men, they found Leo calmly sipping his drink.

Several bartenders were pacing around behind them, looking as if they were going about their day, but

their eyes kept drifting toward them. It was apparent that Nicole had put them on surveillance duty.

This did not concern Leo in the slightest. When he saw Chris, he waved at him.

Chris looked at him in fear. That day that Nadine appeared like the Grim Reaper was ingrained in his

mind, like a nightmare that he could never forget.

She did not seem to mind Chris's expression at all. In her eyes, his life was worth the same as an ant

crawling on the ground.

Leo pointed to the seat across from him with a faint smile. "Sit." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Chris sat across him as if he were sitting on pins and needles. He looked around and frowned. "This

place belongs to the O’Brien’s, right? What are you doing here?"

Leo glanced at him. "Do I need your permission to come here?"

Chris shrunk his neck and realized his slip of the tongue. He quickly poured himself a glass of

champagne. "I'll down this as punishment."

He gulped it down in one go, and his face immediately turned red.

"Relax. I'm a fair person. I'm against Kate Lawson, and that has nothing to do with you."

Leo looked at Chris and smiled. "Besides, you're one of my men now. I won't mistreat you."

He raised his glass to toast Chris.

"Thank you."

Chris hesitated, but still raised his glass and clinked glasses with Leo.

Leo took just one sip while Chris finished another glass. Perhaps he felt that he had to finish his drink

every time Leo drank some of his own.

"Where's the antidote?" Chris asked, looking at Leo and spreading his hands with an eager expression.

"It's with me."

Leo was still smiling. "I'll give it to you, but not right now."

Chris began to understand Leo's intention.

He had sought out famous doctors in private after getting poisoned by Leo, but even they could not tell

what kind of poison it was. This drove him to the point of desperation.

He knew what Leo was looking for. If he wanted the antidote, he had to work for Leo and be his lapdog.

And today, he had to play his part for the first time and bite someone on his owner's command.

Chris took a deep breath. "Who do you want me to mess with?"

Leo pointed to the floor. "There's no hurry. Let's start from here."

"Here?" Chris's eyelid twitched. "This place belongs to the O’Brien’s..."

"That's why I want to wreck this place. Because it belongs to them."

Chris looked like he was on the verge of tears, and his eyes were full of fear. "The O’Brien’s own this

place, and they have been quite close to my family lately. You're forcing me into a dead end by making

me mess up their business. Kate will kill me..."

A cold smile appeared on Leo's face. "How can you work for me without taking any risks? Besides, if

you don't risk yourself, how can you prove your loyalty to me?"

Leo's devilish words made Chris shiver.

"You're the Devil. Honestly, you're worse than Kate," he said, his voice a mix of shock, anger, and fear.

"Don't think that she doesn't know what you're up to these days either. Are you really planning to test

her patience?"

Leo looked perplexed as he retorted, "You're the one who’s going to turn this place upside down, and

ruin the relationship between your family and the O’Brien’s. What does it have to do with me?"

"You..."

Chris's voice came to a halt as he finally understood why Leo had called him over. He wanted to use

him as cannon fodder.

Property damage could be left to people like Wallace Spencer. Why would he specifically ask for Chris?

That was because making Chris do it would minimize their risk of loss and exposure. Besides,

Wallace's organization was an underground force as famous as the Perries. Wallace could very well be

implicated if the situation blew up, and there was no need for that.

Chris was about to cuss, but he held it in, and took a deep breath instead. Then, he smashed the

exquisite glass onto the floor.

The glass shattered in an instant.

The shrill, ear-piercing sound attracted the attention of everyone in the club.

The music came to an abrupt end. The hostess stopped dancing and looked at the scene below in

confusion. Only colorful spotlights continued to illuminate everyone's faces.

"What do you guys want?"

Several bartenders ran over to them. One asked furiously, "Why did you break the glass?"

"You sell me fake booze, and you're asking me why?"

A sinister glint flashed in Chris's eyes. He sneered and then kicked the table in front of him over

forcefully.

The table toppled over and the bottles of champagnes on it fell and shattered, leaving champagne

flooding the floor.

"Nonsense!"

One of the bartenders argued with a red face, "Every bottle of alcohol that we sell here goes through a

strict inspection process!"

Despite his claim, Leo could tell that the was not fully confident in what he said.

No matter the industry, every business was focused on maximizing its profit margins, especially bars

and nightclubs. Never mind this place. Even reputable clubs would stock a few bottles of fake alcohol

to lower their costs. This was the industry rule that everyone knew about, but avoided pointing out.

Putting the truth out in the open was tantamount to breaking the industry rule and cutting off their

livelihood.

"If I said it's fake, then it's fake."

Chris's face was full of aggression and his voice was ice-cold. "Should I call the FDA over?"

The bartender became scared out of his wits. Things would get out of hand if the FDA got involved.

Chris opened a bottle of champagne, sniffed it, and smashed it on the floor. "Fake booze!"

Then, he opened another bottle. Another whiff and he threw it on the floor again. "This is fake too!"

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

"Still fake!"

The sound of breaking bottles continued as Chris smashed every bottle of alcohol that he opened.

Before long, all the expensive alcohol in the refrigerator was almost gone.

The bartenders were furious but dared not say anything. Only Leo was smiling and looking at Chris

with satisfaction.

"This kid’s a natural," Leo thought.

"These are all fake booze!"

Chris swept his gaze over everyone and said sinisterly, "I came here in a good mood, wanting to drink

and pick up girls, but you sell me some bootleg crap? You got a death wish?"

He slammed his hand on the bar and shouted, "Men, wreck this shitty club that sells fake booze!"

Following his command, around eighty brawny men charged forward and starting trashing the club

without rhyme or reason.

In an instant, all the bottles of alcohol were smashed into pieces, and colorful liquid spilled everywhere.

"Oh my God!"

The hostess was so freaked out that she almost tripped over herself as she fled to the back office.

For a moment, the sounds of destruction, screams, and angry roars formed the background music for

violence.

Chris's bodyguards focused on destroying the club and did not hurt anyone. They worked with

remarkable efficiency.

Once they were done with the first floor, they went off to destroy the second floor, and then the private

lounges.

Chris returned to Leo and asked quietly, "How was it? Are you satisfied with what I've done?"

Leo nodded cheerfully. "Yeah, good job."

He took out a white pill and handed it to Chris.

Chris looked at the white pill in his palm like he had just obtained buried treasure. He swallowed it

without hesitation.

The destruction was still commencing, but the initiator was sipping his beverage in a carefree manner,

as if he was a world away from what was transpiring.

There was a cold smile on his face.

Cleo Entertainment refused to cough up 10 million? Fine.

He would destroy their nightclub, until they suffered more than 10 million worth of damages!