Chaplain!

At the same time, after cleaning up the streets, George Johnson and the others returned to the Blue Ocean Entertainment Club. They were as tired as dogs.

There were white traces of saline and alkali on his shirt as the sweat evaporated.

"This isn't something that is humane!"

"That bastard!"

"You'd better not f*cking fall into my hands or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

George Johnson gritted his teeth in hatred but he didn't dare to easily lay a hand on Emilia anymore.

After all, who would have known that the good-for-nothing was actually a hero who had returned from the front lines?

So, he could only make himself feel better by saying that.

After all, he wasn't that dumb to provoke a soldier who had returned from the frontline.

"Mr Johnson, we still have another way to do so!"

Mike White had a cold look in his eyes. "Although we can't do anything to him, there's someone who will definitely stand up for us.

"And that person is in private room 222."

As soon as he said that, George Johnson suddenly realised who he was referring to. "You mean him?"

"Yes!" Mike White nodded.

"You've given me another surprise!" George Johnson laughed.

"That gambler! If he showed, he might be able to drive Oliver Walker away!

"Bring those papers and head to the room now!"

The man that they were referring to?

It was obviously Emilia's father - Isaac Davis!

He has been addicted to gambling all these years and ended up being in debt to George Johnson.

Although George Johnson was also curious why Isaac Davis was able to spend so much money at a club when he didn't have a job, George Johnson was a businessman after all, why would he ask about such things?

It didn't matter if the money was stolen or robbed, it would all end up in his pocket.

After he finished speaking, George Johnson brought six of his men and rushed into Room 222.

"Hahaha ..."

"Davis, you've lost again!"

"Yes! You have to drink this wine!"

"Come! come! Hurry up and fill Davis's Cup!"

"..."

It was a joyous occasion in room 222. There were about a dozen decent-looking guys surrounding a slightly plump man in a branded suit.

"Alright, I'll drink it!"

Isaac Davis heroically raised his glass, patted his chest, and roared with confidence, "You guys have a drinks as well! Don't be afraid fo using my money!

"I have nothing but money!"

He used to be Lord Davis!

If it wasn't because he had an unfortunate turn of events, how would these people be worthy enough to drink with him?

"Davis! My man!"

"Come, brothers! Let's toast to Davis!"

"We are brothers who shall live and die together! Let's cheers to our friendship!"

"..."

There were about ten of them that raised their glasses in unison and said those nice words.They clinked their glasses that were full of wine.

"Hahaha ..."

"That's right, we're brothers will be together in both life and death!!" Isaac Davis laughed.

"We must have another toast! Words aren't important! Our toast will speak louder than words!

"All of you! Drink up!"

All of them raised their heads and finished the red wine in their glasses.

Isaac Davis himself was a popinjay. He had a good hand of cards but he played them to a pulp!

Otherwise, with him being borned as the young master Davis, he would never be in such a state.

Not only was he a dandy, he was also a horrible, selfish man. He never cared about his wife, daughter, and granddaughter. He wasn't bothered that they were living such a difficult life!

"Davis, such good alcohol tolerance!"

"Because of this, I will go through hell for you, brother! Davis, just say the word and I promise I'll be there immediately!"

"That's right!"

"..."

These men were acting like the heroes in the wuxia novels from the ancient times, who put righteousness above all else!

Bang – –

Suddenly, the door to their room was kicked open!