"Mr. Xu Yue, you have to help our Leija!"
"These people are no good. Not only did they collude with the organizers to shut down Leija's concert, they kept implying that they wanted Leija to accompany them afterward."
"They even said that if she refused, it wouldn't just be money and being ostracized in the industry—even her life would be in danger!"
The chubby manager kept pouring out his grievances, choosing to ignore Xu Yue's hand as it casually settled on Leija's smooth shoulder.
"They're that brazen? Don't worry. I'll definitely help."
Xu Yue moved his fingers as he made a righteous promise.
The commotion on his side eventually drew the attention of Johnson, who had originally been confronting Weasley.
After Weasley appeared, Johnson had focused most of his attention and target on him. He was the opponent Johnson truly needed to take seriously.
The other nobodies, along with that prize he could claim after the fact, were nothing worth mentioning.
They were merely fine wine to savor slowly after victory.
Yet Xu Yue's casual tone forced him to shift his attention over.
This was blatant contempt.
Why did he sound, in that man's mouth, like some gopher who could be dismissed at will?
"Hey, rookie, I can't pretend I didn't hear that!"
Johnson turned toward Xu Yue with a vicious look, his pompadour already misshapen.
This guy had provoked him before, and now he was doing it again?
Did he think Johnson wouldn't do anything to him in public?
Heh, indeed!
With so many spectators around before, he had needed to mind his image somewhat.
After all, MIB would not clean up after him over this kind of thing.
But now that the audience had left, this brat still came at him?
He must not know how the word