The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 56 - 56 56 Meeting the Director Again

56: Chapter 56: Meeting the Director Again 56: Chapter 56: Meeting the Director Again Emily Jenkins shamelessly showed up at James Brown’s place to freeload for dinner again that evening.

This time James kept the meal relatively simple.

If he indulged in a feast every night, he’d be broke and unable to even afford a bus ticket within a week.

In the past few days at Gina Lopez’s home, he had been holding back, and then Emily clung to him all day long.

Finally, that evening, he was free to do as he pleased.

Most people found it hard to comprehend James’s thoughts, but he had always felt this way.

A beauty like Emily could possess endless allure for others, but he felt absolutely no attraction to her whatsoever.

As he walked in, James took a quick glance around and saw a familiar figure sitting in a booth in the corner.

To his surprise, Sunny Nguyen was here drinking away her sorrows again.

Could it be that Sunny frequented this place seeking excitement, just like him?

If that were true, it would be quite interesting.

James didn’t approach Sunny right away but chose a booth from where he could see her.

Unless she looked closely, she wouldn’t notice him.

Ordering a beer, he drank leisurely and kept an eye on Sunny, showing no interest in the other women who came up to flirt and swiftly sending them away.

Sunny was downing beer after beer, but unlike last time, it wasn’t red wine.

Her eyes were dull, clearly showing she’d had quite a lot to drink.

Now, James could tell that Sunny wasn’t here to seek thrills or a romantic adventure; she was here to drown her sorrows.

Didn’t she realize how easily she could run into trouble getting drunk like this in public?

James could see it, and so could any regular at the bar, especially with someone as outstanding as Sunny, who was attracting the attention of several men.

A man walked straight to Sunny’s booth and, sitting down, said to her, “Pretty lady, drinking alone is no fun, is it?

How about we drink together?”

Sunny looked up at the man and suddenly yelled, “Get lost, you men are all no good!”

The man hastily replied, “You’re mistaken, not all men are bad.

I’m sure you’ve been hurt by someone, but try to forget it.

Have a good drink, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll have forgotten everything.”

“Get lost!

Did you hear me when I said get lost?” Sunny screamed, almost hysterically.

At this moment, everyone in the bar turned to look at Sunny, leaving the man embarrassed as he slinked away.

James shook his head, feeling that if this continued, Sunny would indeed get very drunk.

If someone else tried to take advantage of her, stepping in would likely cause a conflict.

Thus, James stood up and walked straight toward Sunny.

At the same time, a young man in a leather jacket smoking a cigarette also approached.

“Buddy, I’ve taken a liking to this chick, go find someone else,” the young man said, patting James on the shoulder with a menacing look in his eyes.

James replied with a faint smile, “Sorry, but she’s a friend of mine.”

The young man glared even more fiercely and barked, “Come on, man, that’s the oldest trick in the book.

If she’s really your friend, why didn’t you come over sooner?

If I tell you to go, you better go, or don’t blame me for getting ugly.”

They were still some distance from Sunny, and with the bar noise, she couldn’t hear their conversation.

Plus, she was staring down, lost in her own thoughts, and hadn’t noticed that James was nearing her.

James’s face darkened as he said, “I’ve already told you she’s my friend.

If you want to start trouble, that’s up to you.” He then continued walking toward Sunny.

“F**k, playing hard to get!” The young man cursed, frustrated, and aimed a kick at James.

But before his foot could land on James’s back, James had already grabbed his ankle in one smooth motion without breaking stride or looking back, pulling and leading the youth into a split almost as if he were practicing dance splits, his legs snapping into an X-shape.

“Aaah!” The guy howled in pain, then his groin was ripped apart by James’s move, legs splayed on the ground.

He tried to prop himself up but couldn’t, and after rolling on the ground, his legs finally came back together.

By this time, James had reached Sunny’s side, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her, and saying, “You’ve drunk too much.”

Sunny struggled instinctively but, upon realizing it was James, stopped resisting and whined, “No, I’m not going with you, I want to drink more, drink with me.”

“Alright, but let’s go home and drink.

It’s not convenient here,” James suggested.

“Drink at home…

hehe, sure, I don’t have a home anymore, let’s go to your place to drink,” Sunny agreed vaguely.

“Fine, go wherever you want to go.” Sunny herself was unsteady on her feet, leaving James with no choice but to support her as they made their way out.

Yet before they reached the door, six young men blocked their way, one of whom had just been forced to do the splits by James.

“Fuck, you hit me, and you think you can just leave?” The guy, rubbing his crotch, glared at James venomously.

James looked at the group and said nothing.

There was no need for idle talk with these people.

The simplest solution was to knock them down, so he kicked out directly and forward.

The other guy, overly confident in numbers, hadn’t expected James to strike and was completely unprepared, and even if he had been guarded, how could he have possibly dodged James’s kick?

Although James’s kick wasn’t very forceful, it wasn’t something an ordinary person could withstand.

The guy was sent flying over a meter by the kick, only stopping when he crashed against a table; the alcohol he was drinking tonight suddenly spewed out as he clutched his stomach, unable to speak.

The patrons of the bar loved watching fights; their alcohol-fueled brains made them all the more daring.

Seeing that a brawl had started, they immediately began banging tables and cheering—especially since six were against one, and the individual with fewer people had made the first move, sending someone flying with just a kick, much to everyone’s enjoyment.

The other five guys were stunned for a moment, and in that brief pause, James, with Sunny in his right arm, elbowed backward with his left, causing another one of the group to stumble back several steps clutching his stomach, before sitting down hard on the floor.

“Ouch!” A chorus of strange yells and whistles echoed through the bar; one against six, and he’d managed to knock down two right away.

Even those accustomed to bar fights hadn’t seen such a dominant performance.

Finally, snapping out of their daze, the remaining four started cursing and charged at James, their fists and feet flying toward him.

This sudden violence jolted Sunny halfway to sobriety; she screamed, having never experienced such a scene before.

But her screams were quickly drowned out by the sound of fists contacting flesh.

She felt herself lifted up as the four assailants’ punches and kicks missed her entirely.

By the time she gathered her wits, all four were down on the ground, flattened by James in the blink of an eye.

The bar’s crowd was stunned.

They might have seen strong fighters before, but none as formidable as James.

These were six robust men who hadn’t laid a finger on him, and within such a short span, they were all sprawled on the floor—it was like watching a hero from a movie.

By the time they came to their senses, James had already walked Sunny out of the bar.

“Stop right there!” Not far from the exit, a demanding voice called from behind, and then a person sprinted in front of them, blocking their path.

This was one person James couldn’t fight; it was Helen Wilson, the local patrol officer.

She wasn’t in her uniform but wearing a down jacket instead.

James rushed to greet her with a smile, “Officer Wilson, what’s going on?”

Helen recognized James immediately.

She couldn’t remember everyone in the district, but she could never forget James Brown, who had so embarrassed her.

Just thinking about that day made her feel a rush of frustration.

“What’s the deal with her?” Helen pointed at Sunny, who was limply leaning on James.

“You saw it too; she’s drunk.”

Helen kept a wary eye on James and said, “I know she’s drunk.

Do you know her?”

James was about to say that he did know her when Sunny started to struggle in his arms, shouting, “Don’t touch me, you dirty man!”

The fight had scared Sunny sober most of the way, but with the tension lifted, the alcohol hit her again, and she was now dazed and couldn’t recognize James.

Yet, instinctively, she refused to be held by a man.

Helen’s face darkened immediately, and she glared fiercely at James, asking, “Do you realize what you’re doing?”

James, somewhat speechless, hadn’t expected Sunny not to recognize him at this moment, and could only say, “Officer Wilson, I really do know her.”

“I don’t know you, I don’t know you, let me go, let me go, you stinking man, you filthy pervert, all you want to do is take advantage of me—but even if I die, I won’t let you touch me again.” Sunny struggled violently, screaming all the while.

This only enraged Helen further.

She pulled Sunny over and looked at James menacingly, “Got anything to say?

Come with me to the station; you’re suspected of indecent assault.”

James’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Hmph, cut the crap.

Do I really need to get physical?” Helen’s assertiveness was commanding at that moment.