The Rise of a Master It Starts With Rejection novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 

Chapter 129 

Upon witnessing such a scene, the people in the bar fled in fright. 

“What is the meaning of this?” 

Jack frowned. He didn’t understand why their table was the only one that wasn’t allowed to leave. Trina moved closer to him, clearly terrified. 

“They’re probably here for me. You guys should leave first.” 

Felix stood up and walked toward the man in black as he spoke. “They have nothing to do with this. I’ll stay.” 

The man in blackṣneered, but he didn’t try to give them a hard time. His men immediately cleared a path for them. 

“What the hell are you saying? How can I leave at a time like this? Trina, you should go.” 

Jack, following behind Felix, cursed before shoving Trina toward the exit. 

They had been close friends for years. He could not leave Felix alone in such an obviously 

terrible situation. 

“Jack, I can handle this. Trust me, okay? Besides, Trina’s here; her safety should be your top priority.” 

Ignoring the look Felix was giving him, Jack forcefully pushed Trina away without hesitation. 

“You guys still have the time to put on a display of loyalty? Haha! You’ll have reason to cry soon enough.” 

The helpless Felix also knew that no amount of persuasion would make Jack leave. 

“Do you have a plan? These guys look like professionals. It’s probably going to be tough for us to get out of this.” 

With a smile, Felix patted Jack on the shoulder. 

“I have everything under control. Don’t worry, and don’t bother calling the police.” 

At this moment, a few more people entered, and leading them was a woman with a great figure but an average face. 

She stopped and sized up Felix. 

“You’re the one who beat up my dozen bodyguards yesterday, right? You’d better not deny It; maybe then I’ll see you with a bit more respect.” 

Felix scoffed. How could he bother denying something like that? 

Chapter 129 

“It was me.“. 

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The woman chuckled while someone brought her a chair. She then sat down. 

“How dare you touch my men? I am Dora Clarkson! And you’re just a brute who knows a little martial arts. Since you admitted it upfront, I’ll give you a choice. Would you like a broken arm or a broken leg?” 

Jack paled, unable to believe what he heard. He had thought at most they’d get a beating, but now it had escalated to the point of losing a limb. 

“Who gives you the right to do so? This is a society ruled by law–aren’t you afraid of going to jail?” 

Without even looking at Jack, Dora spat, “Beat him!”