Loved by a Hot-blooded Soldier

Chapter 8 Chapter 8: Auto Repair

　　"Young man, are you okay? You see, we are also outsiders. It's not easy to contract this basement here. You should take pity on the aunt and move out. You affect our business."

　　The landlady came over timidly at the moment. Looking at Steven who was sitting there in a daze, they said carefully. She had never thought that so many people would be beaten away by him alone.

　　"Okay, aunt, don't worry. Well, I'll move out tomorrow. Can I give you these steel pipes, so you can sell them?." Steven said with a grin. The old woman nodded with embarrassment. "Then I don't need the rent in the past few days. I'll refund you the 200 dollars."

　　Steven, who was agitated, went back to his room in the basement. At this time, the quick gunner next door began to f*cking exercise again. He didn't know why he was so addicted. The woman cried happily and didn't consider Steven's mood at all.

　　As soon as Steven took out his mobile phone and called out Pearl's number, the room next door stopped.

　　"Pearl..."

　　Steven told him what had happened just now.

　　"What? It's Sonny again?"

　　Hearing Steven's words, Pearl, who was sleepy, suddenly sat up from the bed. The smooth silk quilt slipped down from her body, revealing her more smooth shoulders. Her face was full of anger. She knew that she had offended that b*stard, Sonny, in the nightclub today.

　　"Yes, it's them, but I drove them away. It's a pity that I didn't catch this bastard," Steven said unwillingly.

　　"Are you alright?"

　　"I'm fine."

　　"Well, that's good. We're beginning to have a feud with Sonny. After all, you're just an outsider. Their influence is too big to defeat them. So, you don't have to worry about the rest. Let me deal with it." Pearl thought for a moment and then hung up the phone.

　　Putting down the phone, Steven smiled bitterly. He was supposed to protect this woman, but now he gave her trouble. It was still early, but Steven couldn't fall asleep. Thinking of the BMW in the morning, he was afraid that those bastards would come back.

　　Steven put on his clothes and took a pack of cigarettes. He went out of the basement and found himself at a nice quiet corner. He sat there and looked at the car. It was impossible to say that he was not depressed at all. The young couple who came back late at night looked at Steven as if he was looking at a fool and felt more depressed.

　　"What a useless thing! Why do you have to make trouble in that woman's place? Don't you know that she is one of Julio’s people?”

　　In a luxurious villa in South Street, a man in his fifties, square face, big ears, and in a gray suit, was sitting there and scolding a young man.

　　The young man was Sonny, and the man in his fifties was Sonny's father, the chairman of Charles Group, Seamus. As soon as he came back from the company, he heard about his son. He couldn't help but be angry when he saw his subordinates' faces were all black and blue. "Pearl, Pearl, you know that you are my son, but you still hit so hard. Do you really think that with the help of Julio, I dare not touch you?"

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　　"Dad, we can't just let this go. This b*tch asked people to beat me in the hotel, which is a slap in your face. Charles Group has never suffered such a big loss in Eastown. If it goes out, you don't have to do it. If it really doesn't work, just tell the police and catch the b*tch couple." Sonny was both hateful and afraid of Steven. Of course, he blamed it all on Pearl. After all, Pearl was a person with a high status, and Steven was only her subordinate at best.

　　"What the hell do you think? Do you think we own the police? Do you think it's so easy to owe favors? Bastard, you act wildly in my name all day long!" Seamus looked at his angry son and scolded him coldly.

　　"It's because you're my father." Sonny muttered discontentedly.

　　"You..." Seamus's eyes widened. Sonny was so scared that she didn't dare to hum. He knew his father's temper. Every time he made trouble, after the scold, the father would still clean up his mess. After all they were father and son.

　　Sure enough, Seamus took a deep breath, stood up from the sofa, and walked back and forth.

　　"It's none of your business. Julio is the boss of South Street, so we all respect him. After all, we are businessmen, so peace is the most important thing. You don't have to worry about it anymore. Let me deal with it. I believe that Julio will respectme."

　　Seamus made up his mind. Although Sonny was a little happy, he did not dare to say anything. After all, he was in the group of heroes' nightclubs first and insulted Pearl. Today, he brought people to smash their car, but he did not get any advantage twice. Being chased by them like a homeless dog, which made Sonny unable to bear it. However, due to his father's majesty, he dared not to oppose. After all, he left his father, and he did not even care about anything.

　　Sonny went upstairs and made a phone call while walking dirty.

　　Looking at this bastard, Seamus, who was in the living room downstairs, sat on the sofa with a black face. Sonny did not know the strength of Julio, but he knew that the boss and the king of the underground forces in the South Street District, was also a man who ate people without spitting bones. If you owe him, his gang would eat you alive.

　　Of course, he, Seamus, was not an easy person to deal with. As the chairman of Charles Group, he also knew a lot of people, and he still had a backer behind him. This backer was Wilson Kingpin, the commissioner of Eastown PD. Relying on this relationship, Seamus made a name for himself here. That was why his son Sonny dared to act recklessly and stir up trouble for him.

　　At the door of the basement, after Steven smoked the last cigarette in the cigarette box, it was already bright. He stood up and twisted his sore waist. The dew in the morning weted his hair, which made him look more charming.

　　In the morning, the landlady got up to clean up the door, and Steven walked over.

　　"Aunt!" Steven greeted her politely.

　　"Ouch, you scared me to death. The young man got up so early. What's the matter?" The landlady was shocked. She spoke in a strong northern accent, blamed him, and then looked at Steven with a smile.

　　"Well, I'll go out for breakfast. Please help me look at the car."

　　"Oh, this matter, I thought you were going to check out. The car is in this state, and they are still here to smash it?" The woman thought in her heart, but she still agreed with a smile. She couldn't afford to provoke the ganster, nor could she afford to offend this little bastard. He was too good at fighting.