chapter 16 Miasma Lopez appears ===

"If I say it's fake, then it's fake. Are you saying that I'm trying to slander the Grand Palace?" Dunstan Flores said with a sneer.
"A real bottle of Lafite from 1982 tastes mellow, and has a long-lasting aroma. It is astringent but not bitter. The one you opened tasted flat. If it really is a Lafite, then it must only be brewed in the past few years. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to tell the difference?”
The crowd seemed to understand Dunstan's claims, and it seemed that his claims were indeed true.
Moreover, it was reported in the news a few years ago that only one out of ten bars in Chom City sold the real Lafite. The rest were all fakes packaged in genuine bottles.
After all, not many had tasted a Lafite from 1982. If the bartender said it was a Lafite from 1982, who could say otherwise?
One might even be ridiculed for being ignorant. As such, no one would admit even if the wine they bought was fake. Besides, the wealthy were willing to spend as long as they could protect their pride.
Seeing how Dunstan was openly accusing the Grand Palace of selling fake wine, some people were already secretly siding with him.
While Dunstan was causing a scene, the security guards were on their way to the bar after receiving the notice.
Among the security guards were the four burly men who were guarding the entrance.
They were all stunned when they saw it was Dunstan who was stirring up trouble.
Despite his shabby appearance, not only was Dunstan not kicked out of the bar, but he even asked the bartender to open a bottle of Lafite from 1982. Not to mention, smashing the wine glass.
It was no longer a matter of courage, but a matter of life and death.
One should at least consider their location when they want to cause a scene.
The one in charge of the Grand Palace was Mr. Lopez. He was one of the leaders of Chom City.
No one was allowed to delay their payment in the Grand Palace. And now a youngin dared to refuse to pay the bill because the Lafite he was given was a fake? Was he tired of living?
The security guards knew what they had to do.
If Dunstan refused to pay the bill, he would not be able to leave the Grand Palace in one piece.
Dunstan glanced at the security guards surrounding him disdainfully.
These shrimps were not even enough to help him warm up.
The Grand Palace was rapidly expanding. Yet, was it still reluctant to hire a few capable security guards to handle such situations?
Suddenly, Dunstan thought about the thieves he met when he was on the highway. Any one of them could take down these worthless security guards.
Even when those thieves were armed with guns, Dunstan never gave them two winks, let alone these security guards who only had batons.
"I'm not interested in fighting the lot of you. The wine I drank was a fake. I demand an apology from the owner of the Grand Palace. Otherwise, I will not let this matter rest," Dunstan said coldly as he sat in front of the bar.
No doubt, the security guards were infuriated.
After all, they received formal combat training. Many would shiver in fear at the sight of them. This was the first time they were looked down upon by someone.
"Damn you. Who do you think you are?"
The security guards exchanged glances and picked up their batons, rushing towards Dunstan.
Meanwhile, the crowd was not only unafraid of the sudden development, but some even cheered and whistled.
Some also thought that their visit to the Grand Palace was worth it.
When a baton was about to hit the back of Dunstan's head, he tilted his head slightly and dodged. He then turned around and punched without any fancy moves.
There was a crack.
Dunstan broke one of the security guard's noses. The security guard who was hit collapsed, and his nose instantly bled
Everyone was momentarily stunned.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Dunstan grabbed the Lafite he opened and smashed it on another security guard's head.
Clang.
Red wine spilled all over the floor.
Regardless of whether the Lafite was real or fake, one bottle was worth five thousand dollars. Spilling it was such a waste.
Dunstan held the bottle and said coldly, "You are just employees of the Grand Palace so I don't want to embarrass you any further. I have already given you ample warning. If anyone dares to take another step forward, don't blame me for attacking."
Everyone was surprised to see how calm Dunstan was despite facing ten security guards alone. Given Dunstan's ordinary appearance, no one expected him to be adept in combat.
Meanwhile, the security guards were covered in cold sweat, and the veins on their arms became apparent. They were all stunned by Dunstan's abilities.
Just then, Miasma, who was fooling around with a woman upstairs, was disturbed by the commotion. He called the front desk to find out what was happening.
When he learned that someone was causing trouble in the bar, Miasma couldn't help but curse.
"Damn, whoever can be so ignorant to stir up trouble in my territory? Is he tired of living?"
Meanwhile, Miasma was also intrigued.
He had been in jail for so many years that he was bored out of his mind. He was finally released in the past month and had reunited with his old friends.
He had the time of his life splurging and causing trouble.
After all, he could rely on his father to clean up the mess he made.
Miasma was still furious about the blunder the gangsters he hired had made when he sent them to harass the Flores family. He had nowhere to vent his anger so he thought of coming to the Grand Palace to relive his emotions.
Now that an idiot had shown up at his door, he would be a fool to ignore him.
As such, Miasma got dressed and walked downstairs with his arm around a foreign woman.
"Get out of the way, Mr. Lopez is coming down."
There was a commotion in the crowd. As regulars of the Grand Palace, they were well aware of Mr. Lopez's identity.
Mr. Lopez's son, Miasma Lopez, also inherited his father's ruthlessness. In addition, he had been in prison for ten years, as such, the way he handled every situation was even more extreme.
When Miasma was released from prison a month ago, Mr. Lopez even held a celebratory banquet for his son and invited many prominent figures in Chom City.
The banquet further established Mr. Lopez's position in Chom City. He was indeed someone with power leaders backing him up.
Many of the wealthy youngsters and young officials present were afraid of Miasma and his father to a certain degree.
Anyone who dared to offend the Lopez family would likely have their business destroyed, and it would only be a matter of minutes before the Lopez family took over their business.
With this in mind, who would dare to get in Miasma's way?
The crowd soon cleared a path for Miasma to pass.
Meanwhile, Miasma was dressed in a nightgown, holding two blond beauties in his arms as he swaggered over to Dunstan.
"Who dares to disturb my fun?"
Miasma snorted coldly.
He could only see Dunstan's back view. Ten years had passed, and the two of them had undergone significant changes in their physique and appearance.
For a moment, Miasma didn't recognize Dunstan.