The Peremptory Casey Davies

Chapter 41 Scared Out of His Pants

It didn’t take Morgan long to bring back a few strong tattooed fellows for Casey.

"Casey, what's wrong, didn't he give you the money?" Morgan asked.

"This man is a cheat. He fooled us yesterday. It’s useless to reason with him. I can only rely on you

guys." Casey smiled bitterly.

"Damn, how dare he fool my man Casey. Leave it to me. I will have this old guy beaten up." Morgan

waved his fist.

“Be careful, he is over fifty years old, and if you don’t pay attention, his medical restitution might be

much more. Just try to scare him and let him pay all the money back." Casey said.

“I got you Casey. Don’t worry, you just need to wait here, we will go up now." Morgan said confidently.

Casey nodded as he watched Morgan and his men enter the community.

Morgan was really a helpful man, but he had a bad temper and was born to be aggressive. He could be

a good sword, but never a general.

Now that Casey wanted to unify the underground world of J City, he must find someone who could plan

for the overall scheme. Although Morgan was one of the three underground kings now, he was not

good at being a leader at all.

His duty was to follow and fight behind Casey. In the past few years, if it wasn’t Casey who made plans

for him, he couldn’t even be one of the three kings.

Also, judging from Morgan’s personality, he wouldn’t like to be a leader either. Morgan had told Casey a

long time ago that he would rather be a local roughneck than become a leader.

Since he couldn’t find the right candidate, Casey didn’t rush to eliminate Alfred, who was also one of

the three underground kings.

“No hurry, it’s hard to find such a talent." Casey shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Dempsey Wong was sitting on the sofa and watching TV leisurely with his legs folded together.

After coming back yesterday, he had realized that Amara wouldn’t ask him for money again, so this TV

became his private property.

"Casey is such a useless person. Fooled by me like that, he dared not to complain at all. Now Amara

must be thinking that this TV was broken by Casey, who could never explain this clearly."

"It's fun to run into such a coward. I should find another chance to fool him again."

Dempsey Wong was quite self-conceited, since he successfully blamed everything on Casey and also

gained a TV for nothing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Dempsey hurriedly turned off the TV, worrying that Amara would actually come back to check if the TV

was broken.

He immediately came up with some countermeasures. He pretended to be angry when he walked to

the door, and said, “I told you it was Casey that broke the TV. Come in and take a look if you don’t

believe me!"

But when he opened the door, he found that it was not Amara, instead, it was a young man with short

hair. Along with him were several tattooed men standing behind, which frightened Dempsey.

"Who...who are you looking for?" Dempsey's voice trembled.

He was beaten by the gangsters when he was a child, leaving serious psychological shadow in his

mind, so when he would be scared when he saw the tattoos. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Morgan didn’t say anything and just walked straight into Dempsey’s place.

Dempsey was forced to move backwards, but he dared not to say anything.

Then Morgan sat on the sofa, staring at the TV, and switched to a channel that he liked.

Dempsey couldn't figure out what these people were up to, so he asked carefully, "Dear brothers, what

do you guys want..."

Morgan took out a machete wrapped in newspaper directly and threw it on the table.

Dempsey was scared to the ground, with tears all over his face.

"Please don’t kill me. I don’t know you guys at all. I'm an old man, please don't do this to me."

Seeing his cowardice, Morgan reassured himself that Dempsey was only a coward that liked to bully

the weak ones. If it wasn’t Casey’s request, he would have already beaten the old man up.

"I heard that you owed someone money recently?" Morgan asked coldly.

“No...I didn’t." Dempsey asked back confusedly.

Morgan said no more and picked up the machete directly.

Dempsey was so scared out of his pants at once.

“Wait, wait, wait, I did owe someone money, please calm down." Dempsey said sadly.

"Don't be nervous, I am just trying to polish my nails." Dempsey indeed began to polish his finger nails.

Dempsey had already cursed Morgan a few times in his heart, who would polish his nails with a

machete.

"I don’t like people who owe money and never pay it back. I really want to stab these kind of people

when I actually meet one. Do you know what I mean?" Dempsey continued.

Dempsey immediately nodded and said, "Don't worry man, I will pay all the money back today, and I

will never do such thing."

Dempsey nodded contently and said, "Remember what you said, if you don't pay all the money back, I

will come again tomorrow."

After that, he left with his men.

Dempsey sighed in relief, and whispered in his heart that he was really unlucky today. How come he

ran into such a roughneck with a sense of justice at this time.

He had never dared to fool those people. After Morgan and the others left, he changed his pants and

then started to check his bills carefully.

In order to pay back all the money that he had owed these years, he added up all the debts and then

pay the money back door by door.

Even Morgan himself did not expect that Dempsey was so afraid. Originally Morgan simply wanted

Dempsey to pay back the money he owed Casey, but now this old man paid off all his debts.

Well, it was really a good thing to do.

In the evening, Dempsey went to Amara’s place with a parcel.

As Amara saw that it was Dempsey, her heart trembled a bit, suspecting that whether this guy would

fool her again.

She opened the door, and trying to think of ways to drive this cheat away.

However, Dempsey directly gave the parcel to Amara and said, "Amara, this is the money for your TV

and the rest that I owed you. It's all here. Check it. If it's not right, I'll make it up soon."

Amara looked at Dempsey in amazement, and she felt like dreaming.

Was the sun rising from the west today?