Beside Charlie, there were four or five other people, some sitting and some standing, all staring intently at the upside-down white man.
"Fuck you! Charlie!" The white man spat out the blood in his mouth, and despite being covered in wounds, he still cursed defiantly.
Charlie exhaled a puff of smoke. "No, no, no, Big Bill, you didn't do anything to me on my turf, otherwise I would have known. Do you think I'm sexy? Should I change you into a backless dress?"
A member of the Flower Street Gang walked over and punched Big Bill hard in the face. "Tell me, what did you do? Who told you to do it!"
"Fuck!" Big Bill just cursed again.
Just then, the cellar door opened, and a member of the Flower Street Gang walked in. He whispered a few words to Charlie patted the man on the shoulder. "Thank you, Arthur. Give me a minute, I'll be right there."
The subordinate left.
Big Bill was punched several more times, losing a few teeth, but he still just kept cursing.
The man turned and picked up a steel pipe. Charlie waved his hand, casually exhaled a smoke ring, and smiled at his men in the cellar, "Don't be angry, gentlemen. Big Bill is clearly more concerned with whether he can get his hands on our asses right now. I think whether we grant him that wish or discourage his impulse, he'll tell us the answer, right, Big Bill?"
Several of his men immediately cheered loudly.
"Use the razor to cut away his impulse bit by bit. I still have some things to take care of. Have fun, everyone. Goodnight, everyone." Charlie smiled gently at his men and turned to walk out of the wine cellar.
Halfway there, he turned back to look at Big Bill, whose pants had been pulled down. "Goodnight, Big Bill... ma'am. I'll have someone send your family a new dress."
Emerging from the wine cellar, Charlie greeted everyone familiarly and politely, eventually arriving at a private room in the bar. Taking a glass of brandy from the waiter, Charlie glanced at his two blood-soaked henchmen inside, then shrugged at the Flower Street Gang members beside him.
What happened?
"The Whistle Restaurant got a new owner, and they went to invite him to see you, and that's how this happened," one of the henchmen said. "Five of them went; three are in the hospital now, and the other two are right here in front of you."
"Did the restaurant owner hit them?" Charlie walked up to the two men, holding a wine glass, and touched the wound on one of their faces, clicking his tongue as he said, "It's really bad. Don't worry, you two get some rest, take a break, the gang will handle the rest, and your weekly pay will be delivered to your homes on time."
"No, it was three other people who suddenly appeared and attacked them when they found the owner of the Whistle Restaurant."
"What about the other three?" Charlie asked, wiping the bloodstains from his fingertips with a handkerchief.
The subordinate hesitated for a moment before saying, "He went to the police station to turn himself in."
Charlie smiled and looked at his men, "Scotland has excellent public safety, what are we waiting for? Visit the restaurant's new owner, and find those three at the police station."
Chapter 454 Civil and Martial Association
The fireplace in the living room was roaring, and Song Tianyao and Angie Perlis's family sat in front of it, enjoying the food they had carefully prepared.
In places like Britain, even with elaborate preparations, the main course is usually roast goose, and the drinks are mostly red wine. This pales in comparison to China banquets, which often feature dozens of dishes made from completely different ingredients.
This is a simple family: Ben is an accountant at Glasgow Osco Shipyard, Para is a clerk at a convenience store, Sarah lives with her husband in the neighborhood and is a teacher, Carl is an electrical engineer, and the youngest, Joe, is still in elementary school.
In her family's eyes, Angie should have become an outstanding lawyer in London or Glasgow. But now, she has not only gone to Hong Kong, that distant Eastern colony, but has also become a wealthy woman. Most importantly, a rich Britain girl has a fiancé with Asian features.
Song Tianyao's appearance made Angie's family a little nervous. It wasn't that they were worried about not entertaining Song Tianyao well, but rather that they were extra careful when talking about Hong Kong, fearing that a certain word might make Song Tianyao feel that they were discriminating against them and leave a bad impression.
"Do all China person in Hong Kong still wear long Braids? I've seen China person in movies." After swallowing the food in his mouth, Qiao wiped his mouth before asking Song Tianyao curiously.
He had been curious for a long time, but it had been his parents and Song Tianyao chatting the whole time. Now that Song Tianyao had just finished talking to his parents, he immediately asked the question.
Song Tianyao shook his head. "No one wears Braid anymore; they're no different from the Britain."
"You're considered a high-society figure in Hong Kong, right? Like a big shot in London or Glasgow, otherwise you wouldn't know my sister. There are China person in Glasgow too, but they don't have the chance to meet my sister," Joe said.
"Joe, watch what you're saying, that's very rude," Para scolded her son.
Song Tianyao smiled and said, "It's alright. When I met your sister, I was penniless. All the money I had back then couldn't even buy the tie I'm wearing now. It has nothing to do with skin color, nationality, or even environment. As long as you work hard, you can always change everything. As for the upper class, you shouldn't think about becoming them, but about surpassing them. Medals and titles are earned by yourself, not by relying on what your father left you, right?"
"Actually, when I heard you bought the Whistle Restaurant, I thought you two might want to live in Glasgow," Sarah said with a light laugh beside Angie Perlis.
Angie Perlis looked at Song Tianyao and said to her sister, "He thinks the air in London and Glasgow is terrible."
Ding ding~
The doorbell rang, and Para glanced at the clock.
"It seems we didn't invite any other guests."
Ben stood up happily, intending to open the door. "Perhaps Thomas from next door heard that Angie is the new owner of the restaurant."