chapter 8 Apologize

"Old man, you dare to bark when Mr. Moore is handling his business? Do you not want to hang around this street anymore?" A minion behind Mr. Moore threatened.
"Defying the law, I will call the police right now to deal with you social trash." Tashiany could not stand it any longer and shouted.
"Yo, I just love chicks with fiery tempers."
Seeing Tashiany get angry, the group did not feel scared; on the contrary, they burst into laughter.
"Girl, follow me, and I guarantee you'll live the good life." Mr. Moore sneered and reached out to grab Tashiany's hand.
"Shameless scoundrel."
Tashiany picked up a cup of water in front of her and splashed it all over Mr. Moore's head.
"Stinking bitch, ungrateful for the favor I'm offering, damn it."
Being splashed with a cup of water in front of everyone, Mr. Moore's expression turned ferocious, and he slapped his hand towards Tashiany.
But his hand could not advance any further before reaching Tashiany, because Melanion had already grabbed it.
"A bunch of dead fish and rotten shrimp dare to run wild here, thinking no one can handle you?" Melanion said with a cold expression.
"Kid, you dare to meddle in my business, do you know who I am?" Mr. Moore glared furiously and shouted.
"What you are and whether it matters to me or the Gabriels Sect?"
"You're seeking death!" As he spoke, Mr. Moore's other hand swung towards Melanion's head.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed, and Melanion, taking the initiative, brutally broke Mr. Moore's hand, causing him to scream in agony.
"My hand, my hand..."
"Brothers, let's get him."
Seeing Mr. Moore down, his minions 'whooshed' surrounded Melanion, intending to beat him up.
But Melanion of today was no longer the same as before. Before obtaining the cultivation method, he might have only been able to deal with these people by using the soul-capturing technique, but now, with his own strength, he was more than capable of crushing these street thugs.
"Scram!"
With a loud shout, Melanion made his move. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table and stabbed them towards a thug's palm.
Although the chopsticks were not sharp, Melanion's force was so great that the opponent's palm, like tofu, was easily pierced, causing the thug to scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The others, seeing how fierce Melanion was, were frightened for a moment and did not dare to move forward.
"Have you thought about how to apologize?"
Seeing the thugs subdued, Melanion coldly addressed Mr. Moore.
"I apolo... ah..."
Before he could finish his offensive words, a piercing scream came from Mr. Moore's mouth as his hand was nailed to the solid wood table by Melanion with the chopsticks.
"More nonsense, and next time it'll be your head that's nailed through." Melanion said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, even Mr. Moore couldn't help but tremble slightly, because he knew Melanion was serious.
He had seen desperate outlaws with blood on their hands before, but compared to Melanion, they were nothing. Melanion had pierced his hand without changing his expression—who could guarantee Melanion wouldn't kill?
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Enduring the pain, Mr. Moore uttered a plea for mercy.
"It's no use apologizing to me; the person you should be apologizing to is her." Melanion turned his gaze to Tashiany.
"Miss, I was blind and did not recognize you, I am sorry, truly sorry." Saying this, Mr. Moore actually knelt down in front of Tashiany.
For these street thugs, face was worthless; preserving their lives was what truly mattered.
"You know what's good for you."
Seeing the other party apologize, Melanion pulled out the chopsticks, causing Mr. Moore to scream again.
"Go."
Mr. Moore gave Melanion a malicious look and prepared to take his people and run.
"Did I say you could go?" However, before he could escape, Melanion's voice came over, freezing Mr. Moore in place.
"Big brother, is there anything else?" Mr. Moore forced a smile and asked.
"I just heard from Mr. Corey that you like to come here to collect protection money. How much have you taken from Mr. Corey?" Holding the blood-stained chopsticks, Melanion asked calmly.
"Melanion, let it be," Mr. Corey intervened.
Mr. Moore and his people were used to being arrogant and domineering. Right now, they might not dare to do anything out of fear of Melanion, but once Melanion left, if they started taking revenge, would Mr. Corey's stall still be able to operate?
"Mr. Corey, you don't need to worry about this, I'll handle it," Melanion's voice was very firm.
"Kid, there's no need to be so absolute in your actions, right?" Mr. Moore asked with a dark expression.
"Do you think you're in any position to negotiate with me?" Melanion sneered, then turned his gaze to Mr. Corey.
To run an honest stall and be extorted for protection money by thugs was truly lawless. Today, Melanion was going to set things right.
"It might be about 3,000 dollars." Mr. Corey said after some thought.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Corey added quietly, "Melanion, these people have complicated backgrounds, let them go."
"Mr. Corey, it is precisely because of your tolerance that they have become so arrogant. Why should you give them the money you've worked hard for? Rest assured, I'll take care of today's matter!"
"You... sigh."
Hearing Melanion's words, Mr. Corey sighed in his heart, knowing that after Melanion's intervention, his business might not be able to continue.
A calf is not afraid of tigers; perhaps Melanion did not yet understand the darkness of society.
"I'll remember you, from the Corey family," Mr. Moore said sinisterly.
"Still daring to threaten?"
Hearing this, Melanion slapped his hand on the table, which couldn't bear the weight and instantly shattered into pieces of wood.
"You..."
Seeing this scene, Mr. Moore and his people were scared out of their wits. A single slap shattered a solid wood table; was this human strength?
"You took 3,000 dollars in protection money from Mr. Corey, now you will compensate Mr. Corey with 7,000 dollars, which is not too much, right? Also, if anyone causes trouble here in the future, I'll hold you responsible, understand?"
"Understood... understood."
Mr. Moore and his people nodded like garlic, where would they dare to disagree? If that slap were to hit them, wouldn't they turn into a pile of mush?
This kind of ruthless person was beyond their imagination. Fighting against him was seeking death.
Originally, Mr. Moore thought about taking revenge on Melanion, but when he saw Melanion's monstrous strength, he no longer harbored any thoughts of vengeance and just wanted to stay as far away from this god of death as possible.
In the end, the group of thugs scraped together 7,000 dollars to pay Mr. Corey and fled miserably, not daring to let out a single fart.
"Mr. Corey, I'm really sorry for smashing your table." After driving away the thugs, Melanion stood up and apologized.
"No problem, no problem." Mr. Corey shook his head repeatedly. Mr. Moore had compensated him with 7,000 dollars, which could buy many tables.
At the same time, he was very puzzled because the Melanion in front of him was so different from the person he remembered. Could it be that the former Melanion had been deliberately concealing his true self?