Chapter 262

A bullet shattered a bottle behind the counter, and the liquor inside flowed down the bar.

The two bodyguards, as if by instinct, positioned themselves protectively before John, while raising the handguns in their hands.

Ten men in black suits walked in from outside, and Jasper was stunned when he saw the leader of them.

"It's you! You're the young man who picked us up at the detention center that day," Jasper pointed at Mike and shouted loudly.

A smile, enigmatic and composed, played on Mike's lips as he bowed in greetings.

"Mr. Taylor, long time no see. Why are you hiding in such a rundown bar drinking now?" Mike asked with a teasing lilt.

Jasper's face darkened. John's reaction clearly showed that Mike wasn't his subordinate.

Although John's face was grim, he remained calm as he turned to Mike and queried, "You work for Michael, right?"

Mike nodded, bowing to John as well. After the gesture, he looked at John and said respectfully, "We are in your uncle's employ, Mr. Williams. We would appreciate it if you could give us the man behind you. Your uncle and grandfather really need that contract."

John looked at him coldly and asked, "What if I refuse?"

Mike shrugged, sounding helpless as he said, ""Looks like we'll have to force him out of here. Hey, it's family business, and you're the heir, so we wouldn't touch you."

"How considerate" John replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Mike chuckled. "Mr. Williams, you have two subordinates here, while we have ten people. The odds, as you see, are in our favor."

John, unmoved, lifted a glass from the table and took a sip. "Sometimes, it's not about the numbers."

As John finished speaking, the two bodyguards took off their suits, unbuttoning their shirts' cuffs and collars.

These two strong bodyguards exuded a strong presence just from their physique.

Mike's expression tightened, a flicker of reluctance crossing his face. "It appears I am in for two challenges," he murmured.

With a swift motion, he drew his handgun from his waistband and placed it on the table beside him.

"We're all family here, so let's not use guns this time. How about a little hand-to-hand combat?" Mike suggested to John with a smile.

With a casual wave, John signaled his bodyguards, who relinquished their handguns and advanced slowly towards Mike and his group.

Mike took on an attacking stance and said lightly, "Believe me, gentlemen, I can dance with you all day!"

"Do you think you're tough?" one of the bodyguards smirked, then charged and sent Mike flying.

Mike's body arched in the air, landing with a crash upon a chair, which splintered beneath him.

Struggling to get up, Mike held his back in pain and exclaimed, "Damn it, I didn't even say start yet, why are you standing there? Get him!"

Mike's subordinates rushed towards the two bodyguards.

John only brought these two bodyguards, showing his strong confidence in them.

These two strong bodyguards did not disappoint John. Mike's subordinates were skilled, but they were easily overpowered by the bodyguards.

Watching the group being thrown around, Jasper felt a pang as they crashed into tables and chairs, destroying the setup in the bar.

"This place is full of memories for me," Jasper lamented.

John, his patience wearing thin, slammed his glass on the table.

"Why haven't you signed the contract yet? Are you trying to stall?" he demanded, his gaze turning menacingly towards Jasper.

"My apologies, I got distracted. I'll sign now," Jasper picked up the pen again.

But at that moment, Mike materialized behind Jasper.

Snatching the pen from Jasper, Mike broke it in half and threw it away.

"No pen now," Mike jeered, laughing at Jasper.

Jasper looked at Mike as if he was a fool, then pulled out another pen from his pocket.

Mike blinked, trying to grab the pen from Jasper, but John punched him hard in the face.

"Did my uncle not tell you? I'm also a skilled fighter. I just don't like hitting women," John declared, adopting a combative stance, his gaze fixed icily on Mike.

Clutching his injured face, Mike retorted with a bitter edge, "Actually, I'm transgender. I have always identified as a woman!"

John raised an eyebrow, then kicked Mike hard, sending him sprawling. "I don't care about your self-identification, I judge you by what I see!"

A bitter resentment gnawed at Mike, but family loyalty prevented him from striking back at John. John, keenly aware of Mike's restraint, acted so boldly.

"Unless Michael comes in person, none of you can stop me," John asserted, straightening his attire, casting a glance towards Jasper.

By now, Jasper had finished signing the contract.

John took out a phone from his pocket and handed it to Jasper. "There's only one number on this phone. Call it, and they will help you leave the country."

Jasper accepted the phone with a knowing smile, preparing to make his exit from the bar.

Pausing, as if struck by a sudden thought, Jasper turned to the fallen Mike with a look of threat.

"Mr. Williams, could you stop this guy for me? Buy me some time to escape. Twenty minutes will be enough," Jasper implored John.

John frowned slightly, but he had the contract in hand and felt relieved. He nodded lightly. "I'll delay him for twenty minutes. Get out quickly, I don't want to see you again."

"Farewell then, Mr. Williams," Jasper said, waving as he made his way towards the bar's back door.

Mike felt a surge of bitterness upon realizing they hadn't found the bar's back door; he suspected the cunning Jasper had hidden it.