chapter 15 Dragon King Hall

Everyone turned around and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking into the store.
In the middle of his age, his hair was parted three to seven, and he looked very shrewd.
"Manager, you're here!" Seeing this, Lark and Aelithra hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"Uncle Lambert, I was beaten in your store, you have to take justice for me!" Jareth said with an aggrieved look.
The man looked around and saw the tense scene, and frowned, "What's going on?"
"Someone came to make trouble, Mr. Savoy couldn't stand it, so he just said a few words, but unexpectedly the other party started to fight. This is..." Lark said boldly.
"Yes, manager, look at how Mr. Savoy was beaten. You have to take care of that kid!" Aelithra also added insult to injury.
Looking at Jareth being beaten into a pig's head, Manager Lambert felt like a fire was burning in his chest. He and Jareth's father were close friends. Now that Jareth was beaten like this in his own store, how could he explain it to his friend?
"Where is he?" Lambert shouted in a deep voice.
Aelithra pointed to Rocco, who had his back turned to everyone, "That's him!"
Thump, thump, thump!
Lambert walked quickly behind Rocco and threatened fiercely, "Boy, I don't care who you are, kneel down immediately to apologize to Mr. Savoy, and slap yourself a hundred times, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Rocco slowly turned around.
Eyes facing each other.
Hiss!
Lambert was so frightened that his legs could no longer support him and he knelt down in front of Rocco.
Everyone in the store stared with big eyes.
What was going on with Lambert? His legs were cramped?
Didn't he ask Rocco to kneel down? Why did he kneel down first?
At this moment, Lambert had only one thought in his mind, run, run desperately, even if he didn't want to give up this mobile phone store!
But his legs were as weak as noodles, and he couldn't exert any strength at all, and he was powerless.
God, what evil have I done? How come I met Rocco, the living king of hell?
Lambert had already seen this man's energy at Axel's wedding banquet before. Not only did Hawk rush to curry favor with him, but even Mr. Talon from the Thunder Gang was very respectful to him.
In a snap of the fingers, the newly wealthy the Valois family was wiped out. Compared with the Valois family, their Lambert family was nothing!
If he provoked Rocco, wasn't this a fucking suicide attempt?
"You just said otherwise, otherwise what?" Rocco asked calmly, sitting on the sofa with a comfortable look on his face.
"Huh???" Lambert was so frightened that he became numb, "No, no, no, no, Mr. Flanders, I, I, I, I was joking with you just now..."
"A joke?" Rocco's lips twitched slightly.
"I, I didn't know it was you just now. I was dizzy. Mr. Flanders, you have a lot of..."
Lambert was almost scared out of his mind.
"Did you just ask me to kneel down?"
"No, no, no, I kneel, I kneel!"
"You want me to slap myself?"
"No, no, no, I owe it to you!"
Then there was a crackling sound of slaps.
"Mr. Flanders, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do it. Please forgive me, don't take it seriously with a fool like me!"
This was no joke. This man could make himself doomed by stretching out his fingers. How dared he not desperately beg for mercy?
Lark, Aelithra and others were all frightened by the scene before them. Why was the manager so crazy? Damn it!
"That's all, get up." Rocco waved his hand.
After all, he had no grudge against Lambert.
"Thank you for your forgiveness, Mr. Flanders." Lambert stood up tremblingly. Unexpectedly, his back was covered with cold sweat, and even his suit was soaked through.
"Uncle Lambert, why are you kneeling down to him? Hurry up and avenge me!" Jareth didn't know what was going on, and he actually dared to chirp.
Snapped!
Lambert gave him a round slap in the face, "You dare to offend even my distinguished guests, are you tired of living?"
"Uncle Lambert..."
Snapped!
"I…"
Snapped!
The left side of Jareth's face was swollen by Rocco, and the right side was swollen by Lambert. Now the left and right sides were balanced.
"Ooh..." Who would have thought that the arrogant Mr. Savoy would actually cry after being beaten, like a child who made a mistake.
Lambert glared at him angrily, then looked at Lark and Aelithra, "Did you just say that you wanted to fight Mr. Flanders?"
"Manager, it's all a misunderstanding..." Although Lark didn't know what was going on, he could only give in quickly.
Aelithra next to him was still a little dissatisfied, "Rocco is a reform-through-labor prisoner, why are you being so polite to him?"
Snapped! Snapped!
"I fucking let you misunderstand and let you cause trouble for me!"
Lambert rewarded them both for their big mouths.
He was really angry. He was almost tricked to death by these three idiots, and he couldn't even feel relieved even if he beat them to death!
After leaving the hotel, it took Lambert a long time to regain his composure. He originally wanted to rest in the newly opened flagship store, but he never expected that Rocco would be here.
And his own employees actually clamored to fight him?
Damn it, these idiots were trying to push themselves into a pit of fire!
"Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Flanders!" Lambert glanced at Lark and Aelithra and was shuddered.
Helpless, the two could only kneel down and salute Rocco, "Mr. Flanders, I was just looking down on others. Please forgive me..."
"We apologize for our poor service!"
The boundless humiliation and shame stung their nerves, and they were really about to collapse.
Why was this!
"And you!" Lambert glared at Jareth.
Plop!
Jareth was completely frightened. He understood. Rocco must had a lot of background. Otherwise, why would Lambert be like a mouse seeing a cat?
Ta-ta!
Rocco tapped the table, "I'm here to buy a mobile phone, not to watch the monkey show."
Lambert quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Flanders, our store is full of high-quality high-end machines. You can take a look at them as you like!"
Rocco changed the subject, "Manager Lambert, what do you think of domestic mobile phones?"
Hearing this, Lambert was startled and said quickly, "It's very good. We have made great progress in the past few years!"
"But Principal Lark said that domestic mobile phones are garbage and rich people use Apple." Rocco smiled.
Snapped!
Lambert slapped Lark again and said angrily, "You're a foreign-loving piece of shit, do you think you're superior to others just by using an iPhone?"
Lark dared not speak out in anger, but he could only nod and bow to apologize after being beaten so hard that there were stars in his eyes.
"Quick, take out all the domestic machines and let Mr. Flanders choose!" Lambert shouted.
Aelithra's face was full of embarrassment, "Manager, our store does not have domestic machines..."
"Then why don't you hurry up and buy the goods? What the hell are you waiting for!" Lambert beat and scolded all the clerks and kicked them out.
Whether it was adjusting goods or purchasing goods, even if they were to steal or rob, they must meet Mr. Flanders's requirements!
Seeing this, Rocco secretly felt funny. This guy named Lambert was quite good at getting things done.
Ten minutes later, the clerks came back one after another, each holding many mobile phones in their arms.
High-end, low-end, expensive, cheap, dozens of domestic mobile phones filled the counter.
As for Jareth's pile of iPhones, they were all thrown to the ground by Lambert.
"Mr. Flanders!" Lambert made a gesture of invitation.
Rocco made a tour and finally selected a thousand-yuan machine.
This shocked Lambert again. Rocco, with such a high status, would actually use such an inconspicuous mobile phone. It was too low-key. Who the hell would believe it if he told it?
This man was so enigmatic that he really couldn't see through.
In fact, for Rocco, there was no essential difference between a thousand-yuan machine and a ten-thousand-yuan machine. He didn't want to be burdened by things.
After settling the bill, Rocco glanced at Lambert, "Your people disappoint me very much."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Lambert was frightened and understood instantly.
"Lark, Aelithra, you are fired, get out immediately!" Lambert said coldly.
The two people couldn't tell the story of their suffering and wanted to beg the manager for mercy, but they were kicked out by the security guard.
Lark was heartbroken. He had only been a supervisor for a day, and he packed up and left without even getting hot.
Aelithra was even more miserable. She had hoped to rely on her boyfriend to join the upper-class society, but now it was all in vain.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, would I have offended Mr. Flanders?" Lark angrily yelled at Aelithra.
"You fart, it's obviously your sarcasm that made him fall out!" Aelithra was not to be outdone.
"Damn it, if you dare to talk back, I'll beat you to death, you stinking bitch!"
"I'm fighting with you. If it weren't for me, how could you become a supervisor?"
On the street, these two were fighting. One pulled one's hair, and one kicked one's crotch, which attracted many people's cheers.
Rocco from a distance shook his head slightly when he saw this scene.
One who sows evil cannot live.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang loudly, and a series of unfamiliar numbers jumped on the screen.
Rocco subconsciously answered the call, and a heavenly female voice came out.
"Hey, is this Rocco Flanders?"