Chapter 886

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With that, Fabian slapped a contract-like document down on the table in front of Mr. Smith.

"You've dragged this out long enough, Mr. Smith. It's time you made up your mind. I'll cut to the chase-I even brought a pen for you today. All you have to do is sign, and the money will be in your account immediately."

Mr. Smith's expression was tense. Fabian, I'll say it again: I'm not signing that contract. That's our family's land, and it's planted with cherry trees now. I will never sell it."

"Mr. Smith, the only reason I'm still calling you 'uncle' is because we're from the same village and our fathers had a history. Let's not make this ugly. After all, we still have to be neighbors, don't we?"

Bang! Jay slammed his club on the table. "Bro, why are you wasting your breath on a cripple? If we don't rough him up a bit, he'll never learn his lesson!"

"Jay, shut up! Who taught you to be so disrespectful? Mr. Smith is our elder; show some respect."

Respect my ass! He's stubborn as a mule. A good beating is all he needs to see reason!"

"Patience. We should give our elder a chance," Fabian said, signaling for his brother to calm down. He then turned to Carlson with a smirk. Since Mr. Smith won't sign, his son can sign for him. Jay-"

Jay understood immediately. He grabbed Carlson by the collar and shoved the pen into his hand. "You're the educated one, the big-shot university student. Don't make me get rough. If you know what's good for you, sign it! Once you do, everyone's happy."

Scales frowned, swatting Jay's hand away and pulling Carlson back. Talk, don't touch!"

Jay's menacing gaze fell on Scales. "And who the hell are you? You got in our way yesterday, and now you're back for more. How many lives you got to spare, kid?" Scales sneered. "What? You think you have the guts to take my life?"

Ha! There's nothing in this world I don't have the guts to do!"

"Well, today's the day I call your bluff."

"You're asking for it!"

As the club swung down, Scales, who had been ready for it, dodged nimbly to the side.

"Whoa, you've had some training, huh?" Jay raised an eyebrow, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

"None of your damn business."

Jay's eyes narrowed as he lunged forward with the club. Scales saw his chance and darted out the door.

"You little bastard! Get back here!"

And so, one chased while the other ran. Fabian was too late to stop him.

Idiot! Their main goal today was to force Mr. Smith to sign the contract, not to start a brawl. That little punk from Lumina was clearly doing this on purpose.

The thought made Fabian frown. What was his goal? Stalling for time? Creating a diversion?

Wait a minute. There were two girls with them yesterday. Where were they now?

He suddenly realized something was wrong. Standing up, he strode

directly towards the Smiths' bedrooms. He kicked open the nearest door, revealin Me. Smith resting in bed. He muttered a curse under his breath and pushed open the next room. A quick sean

revealed no one.

Just as he was about to kick in the last bedroom door, Mr. Smith lunged forward, blocking his path with outstretched arms.

"Fabian, don't you go too far!"

"Heh, so the two girls are in this room, right? Get out of my way! I want to see what kind of game you're playing!"

Mr. Smith gritted his teeth. "This is my home. You have no right to run wild here

"I call you Mr. Smith and you really start thinking you're somebody?

We hell do you think you are?!

ay it one last time move!