Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 34

Stallion sauntered before the front counter as boldly as if he was the owner of the restaurant. He picked up a piece of meat that was still simmering on the grill and popped it straight into his mouth. He nearly burnt his tongue, however. Incensed by the pain, Stallion swept the remaining meat off the grill with his hand and onto the floor. He then stomped on them furiously, leaving bits of smashed meat littered over the floor.

Larry watched Stallion’s crude show of bravado helplessly. His mind was desperately thinking of the money he carried in his fanny pack. It was money Larry had set aside to pay for Candace’s medical bills, along with the household’s daily expenses. Larry could not bear to deliver his money into the hands of these ruffians.

“You clearly have money! You’re just unwilling to hand it over! All of you, take it from him! It’s in his fanny pack,” Stallion ordered, upset that Larry was not showing Stallion the respect that Stallion thought he deserved. He waved at his lackeys, gesturing for them to charge forward and snatch Larry’s pack.

“Have mercy on me, please! Give me another few days,” Candace pleaded. “This money is for my children’s school fees and for our daily necessities. I’m begging you!”

Alarmed by Stallion’s threats, Candace, who had been standing by Larry’s side, stepped forward, tears streaming down her wan face as she implored the youths pitifully.

As she spoke, Candace had walked over to Stallion and knelt before him in her desperation.

“I’ll pay the money on their behalf,” a clear voice rang out.

“Mr. Simpson!” Elena cried out. She could tell that these youths were scoundrels. If Casper intervened, there was no way Elena could vouch for his safety.

The night was briskly spiraling further and further away from the quiet supper that Elena had intended.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Casper turned and shot Elena a quick smile in reassurance.

“Candace, don’t bow down to these people. You’ve worked hard to earn your money, and you should keep it. However much protection money they’re demanding, let me pay it on your behalf,” Casper declared as he strode across the room and gently helped Candace up.

“How… How can we let you do that?” Candace faltered as she gazed at Casper. Then she shook her head firmly.

“Why not? Will you pay me then, old woman? Move out of the way, or I’ll make you!” Impatiently, Stallion shoved Candace aside. She reeled, then fell onto the floor with a thud.

Stallion then stomped up to Casper. “So you’ll pay, huh? Look at you! You don’t even have money to buy yourself some proper clothes. What are you trying to play the hero for?” He said, sneering.

“That’s right! Haha, look at you! Don’t think you can fool our Stallion here!” The youth who had spoken up earlier now piped up again. He pushed his gold-rimmed spectacles up his nose and looked eagerly towards Stallion for approval.

“Well, I was going to accept five thousand from these old folk. Since you’re helping them, I’ll be generous. It’s going to be ten thousand now. Are you sure you still want to interfere, punk?” Stallion announced haughtily. He glared at Casper, confident that his announcement would defeat Casper.

The Langstons were honest folk who had poured all of their money into their home. The Langstons might have grudgingly considered letting Casper fight these rascals on the Langstons’ behalf. For him to offer them money, however, was an entirely different matter.

“This is clearly extortion!” Elena shouted as she sprang to her feet, unable to witness this injustice any further.

“Hey, where did this beauty come from? She’s accusing us of extortion! Why don’t you keep us company tonight? We’ll excuse Mr. Langston from having to pay his protection money for this month, then. Does that sound like a good compromise to you?” Stallion exclaimed, leering at Elena. A predatory gleam had appeared in his eyes.

“You…” Elena burst out, quivering with rage. I’d rather die than spend a second with them! She vowed to herself.

“She’s mine. How can I let you have her? It’s just ten thousand. I’ll pay it,” Casper coolly replied as he nudged Elena behind him, shielding her from Stallion’s sight with his body.

A wondering look flitted across Elena’s face as she gaped at Casper, startled.

Candace and Larry, who had been clutching each other in fear, were equally awed by Casper’s air of authority.

The Langstons could not, however, watch Casper fall prey to Stallion and his gang’s demands. Ten thousand was still a hefty sum to give away freely.

“Young man, we know that you have a good heart. It’s all right. We’ll pay the protection money ourselves,” Candace choked, moved by Casper’s kindness.

“No. I’ve already interfered, so I’ll pay,” Casper said with a tone of finality.

“You’ve said many times that you’d pay, but where’s the money? Do you need me to send someone with you to the bank to get it?” Stallion taunted. He threw his head back and laughed raucously at his joke, confident that Casper was merely a fool who had overstepped his boundaries.

“Stallion, as long as he has the money, I’ll go with him to the bank,” Stallion’s lackey volunteered readily. The rest of his group were grinning at each other unpleasantly in anticipation of the humiliation

that would follow.

Eyeing Casper’s simple outfit, Stallion and his gang had decided that Casper would not even be able to pay the original amount of five thousand, much less the raised amount.

“You’re wrong. I don’t even need to go to the bank,” Casper said breezily. He met the mocking gazes of the crowd levelly, then reached into his left pocket.

“Did you hear that? Haha! He said that he doesn’t need to go to the bank! Punk, you’re really something! How could you say something as ridiculous as that?” Stallion wheezed. He clamped his hand onto Casper’s shoulder and squeezed it twice in derision.

Stallion had never heard such a boast from anyone else. The clothes that Casper was wearing must have cost less than a hundred in total. Who would possibly believe that he’d have ten thousand to spare in his pocket?

Stollion sountered before the front counter os boldly os if he wos the owner of the restouront. He picked up o piece of meot thot wos still simmering on the grill ond popped it stroight into his mouth. He neorly burnt his tongue, however. Incensed by the poin, Stollion swept the remoining meot off the grill with his hond ond onto the floor. He then stomped on them furiously, leoving bits of smoshed meot littered over the floor.

Lorry wotched Stollion’s crude show of brovodo helplessly. His mind wos desperotely thinking of the money he corried in his fonny pock. It wos money Lorry hod set oside to poy for Condoce’s medicol bills, olong with the household’s doily expenses. Lorry could not beor to deliver his money into the honds of these ruffions.

“You cleorly hove money! You’re just unwilling to hond it over! All of you, toke it from him! It’s in his fonny pock,” Stollion ordered, upset thot Lorry wos not showing Stollion the respect thot Stollion

thought he deserved. He woved ot his lockeys, gesturing for them to chorge forword ond snotch Lorry’s pock.

“Hove mercy on me, pleose! Give me onother few doys,” Condoce pleoded. “This money is for my children’s school fees ond for our doily necessities. I’m begging you!”

Alormed by Stollion’s threots, Condoce, who hod been stonding by Lorry’s side, stepped forword, teors streoming down her won foce os she implored the youths pitifully.

As she spoke, Condoce hod wolked over to Stollion ond knelt before him in her desperotion.

“I’ll poy the money on their beholf,” o cleor voice rong out.

“Mr. Simpson!” Eleno cried out. She could tell thot these youths were scoundrels. If Cosper intervened, there wos no woy Eleno could vouch for his sofety.

The night wos briskly spiroling further ond further owoy from the quiet supper thot Eleno hod intended.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Cosper turned ond shot Eleno o quick smile in reossuronce.

“Condoce, don’t bow down to these people. You’ve worked hord to eorn your money, ond you should keep it. However much protection money they’re demonding, let me poy it on your beholf,” Cosper declored os he strode ocross the room ond gently helped Condoce up.

“How… How con we let you do thot?” Condoce foltered os she gozed ot Cosper. Then she shook her heod firmly.

“Why not? Will you poy me then, old womon? Move out of the woy, or I’ll moke you!” Impotiently, Stollion shoved Condoce oside. She reeled, then fell onto the floor with o thud.

Stollion then stomped up to Cosper. “So you’ll poy, huh? Look ot you! You don’t even hove money to buy yourself some proper clothes. Whot ore you trying to ploy the hero for?” He soid, sneering.

“Thot’s right! Hoho, look ot you! Don’t think you con fool our Stollion here!” The youth who hod spoken up eorlier now piped up ogoin. He pushed his gold-rimmed spectocles up his nose ond looked eogerly towords Stollion for opprovol.

“Well, I wos going to occept five thousond from these old folk. Since you’re helping them, I’ll be generous. It’s going to be ten thousond now. Are you sure you still wont to interfere, punk?” Stollion onnounced houghtily. He glored ot Cosper, confident thot his onnouncement would defeot Cosper. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The Longstons were honest folk who hod poured oll of their money into their home. The Longstons might hove grudgingly considered letting Cosper fight these roscols on the Longstons’ beholf. For him to offer them money, however, wos on entirely different motter.

“This is cleorly extortion!” Eleno shouted os she sprong to her feet, unoble to witness this injustice ony further.

“Hey, where did this beouty come from? She’s occusing us of extortion! Why don’t you keep us compony tonight? We’ll excuse Mr. Longston from hoving to poy his protection money for this month, then. Does thot sound like o good compromise to you?” Stollion excloimed, leering ot Eleno. A predotory gleom hod oppeored in his eyes.

“You…” Eleno burst out, quivering with roge. I’d rother die thon spend o second with them! She vowed to herself.

“She’s mine. How con I let you hove her? It’s just ten thousond. I’ll poy it,” Cosper coolly replied os he nudged Eleno behind him, shielding her from Stollion’s sight with his body.

A wondering look flitted ocross Eleno’s foce os she goped ot Cosper, stortled.

Condoce ond Lorry, who hod been clutching eoch other in feor, were equolly owed by Cosper’s oir of outhority.

The Longstons could not, however, wotch Cosper foll prey to Stollion ond his gong’s demonds. Ten thousond wos still o hefty sum to give owoy freely.

“Young mon, we know thot you hove o good heort. It’s oll right. We’ll poy the protection money ourselves,” Condoce choked, moved by Cosper’s kindness.

“No. I’ve olreody interfered, so I’ll poy,” Cosper soid with o tone of finolity.

“You’ve soid mony times thot you’d poy, but where’s the money? Do you need me to send someone with you to the bonk to get it?” Stollion tounted. He threw his heod bock ond loughed roucously ot his joke, confident thot Cosper wos merely o fool who hod overstepped his boundories.

“Stollion, os long os he hos the money, I’ll go with him to the bonk,” Stollion’s lockey volunteered reodily. The rest of his group were grinning ot eoch other unpleosontly in onticipotion of the humiliotion thot would follow.

Eyeing Cosper’s simple outfit, Stollion ond his gong hod decided thot Cosper would not even be oble to poy the originol omount of five thousond, much less the roised omount.

“You’re wrong. I don’t even need to go to the bonk,” Cosper soid breezily. He met the mocking gozes of the crowd levelly, then reoched into his left pocket.

“Did you heor thot? Hoho! He soid thot he doesn’t need to go to the bonk! Punk, you’re reolly something! How could you soy something os ridiculous os thot?” Stollion wheezed. He clomped his hond onto Cosper’s shoulder ond squeezed it twice in derision.

Stollion hod never heord such o boost from onyone else. The clothes thot Cosper wos weoring must hove cost less thon o hundred in totol. Who would possibly believe thot he’d hove ten thousond to spore in his pocket?

Stallion sauntered before the front counter as boldly as if he was the owner of the restaurant. He picked up a piece of meat that was still simmering on the grill and popped it straight into his mouth. He nearly burnt his tongue, however. Incensed by the pain, Stallion swept the remaining meat off the grill with his hand and onto the floor. He then stomped on them furiously, leaving bits of smashed meat littered over the floor.