Chapter 1251
Chapter 1251 I Like It Simple and Rough
At that point, Darcy had no choice but to seek help from Mathias.
Although Mathias was cocky, he was a lot more mature and dependable.
At least, he could stop Conan from killing and getting charged with murder.
"Be safe, Kaze."
Darcy gritted her teeth and worriedly followed Greg and the others out of the bar.
Kaze looked away and said to Conan indifferently, "You have some decency not to put my wife in a tough spot.
"So I can show you a bit of mercy and spare your life."
Conan was taken aback at first, but he soon gnashed his teeth and smirked.
"I thought you sent your wife away so she wouldn't have to watch you beg for mercy on your knees.
"I didn't expect you to keep up with the tough guy act."
He looked at Kaze, shaking his head.
It was hard to imagine that some people would risk their lives just to keep up with appearances.
That was a real eye-opener for Conan.
The bar was cleared out.
Only Kaze and Conan's people remained.
Not wanting to waste his breath, Conan grabbed a hold of an alcohol bottle.
The gangsters behind Conan knew him well and picked up a bottle themselves.
"I like to smash heads with glass bottles. It's quick and crude."
Conan hit the palm of his hand with the bottle, his taunting eyes reflecting a chilling glint.
"My buddies and I will take turns smashing your head later.
"If you survive, congrats, you have an iron head. I will let you go, and that's the end of the matter.
"If you die, too bad because you don't have an iron head to back up that loudmouth of yours. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Conan swaggered his way toward Kaze.
The gangsters formed a line behind Conan.
A few chicks cheered in excitement.
"You're so badass, Conan!"
"This is the type of man that turns me on."
"That's the difference between a badass and a sucker. Conan is a stark contrast to that loser."
Amid the cheers, Conan curled his lips in delight.
"You have to prove you're a badass through your actions, not talk, Kaze.
"I'll show you not to act all high and mighty when you don't have the means to back it up."
Conan raised his arm to bash the bottle on Kaze's head.
"Stop!"
A firm voice came from the door.
A young man in a suit appeared at the bar entrance, gasping for air. It was clear that he ran all the way. "Sir!"
Conan's men were taken aback.
"Mathias?"
Conan frowned at the familiar voice.
"Even if my brother is here, he can't save you, Kaze."
As violence flickered across his eyes, Conan raised the bottle once more.
"I'm telling you to stop, Conan. Are you trying to get the whole family killed?"
Mathias shouted out loud while taking large strides to snatch the bottle from Conan.
Conan pulled back from Mathias.
"Are you trying to freak me out, Mathias? Killing a moocher is a walk in the park.
"Even Dad can't stop me from ending him here today.
"See this handprint on my face? That guy did this to me!
"Since when is our family reduced to being assaulted by a loser?"
Assuming Mathias was just trying to avoid going to court, Conan angrily brought his face forward and pointed at the handprint.
"Smack!"
Mathias slapped him.
"Assaulted?
"You should just take it when he hits you."