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Chapter 8 Provocation, Logan's majesty!

Conrad walked into the tavern without looking back.

"This guy is always like this."

Samuel looked at the door of the tavern and shook his head helplessly, "I'll go call him out."

It was only the first day of the mission, and Samuel didn't want things to get too awkward within the team.

Logan turned and looked at Josh on the other side.

At this moment, Josh seemed to be completely unconcerned about what was happening in front of him. He stood there motionless, with his hands on his chest, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Logan thought for a moment, then pulled Samuel, who was about to enter the tavern, and said, "I'll go."

Samuel was stunned, and looked back at Logan worriedly, "With his personality, he won't listen to you."

He knew that the reason Conrad was so irritable today was because Logan took his position as team leader.

If Logan went in to call him, not only would he not be able to get him out, but it might even exacerbate the conflict...

But Logan ignored him, pushed open the door of the tavern and strode in.

The light in the pub was dim, and many people gathered together drinking beer and chatting in low voices.

Conrad was sitting alone at the bar. He seemed to be very familiar with the receptionist at the pub. Half of the drink in his hand was gone, and he was chatting in a low voice with the receptionist.

Logan walked over to Conrad and sat down, raised a finger to the front desk and said, "Hey man, a drink."

Conrad glanced at Logan and said nothing. He just turned away slightly and continued to drink.

The receptionist also handed Logan a large glass of beer.

Logan glanced at Conrad and raised his glass. "After you finish this glass, come back with me. This place is too chaotic. We must ensure the safety of the goods!"

He knew that Conrad wanted to get into the Lawrence family, but Logan was not interested in that. He just wanted to complete the task quickly and get his salary.

After saying that, Logan raised his glass and drank the full glass of beer.

"Old man, what are you worried about? I have been running this route for three years, and there have never been any accidents with the goods I escorted!"

Conrad sneered at Logan. He really didn't know what was wrong with Chris's brain to let a sixty-year-old coward be their leader.

If something really happened, this guy might be scared to death by the gunshot!
Logan didn't want to respond too much to Conrad's contemptuous attitude. Years of life on the run taught him how to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"I just want to finish the task quickly, get the money and leave."

Logan pointed out that he would not stay in this so-called team leader position for too long and would leave after the mission was completed, hoping that Conrad would let go of his grudge against him.

However, Logan's tolerance made Conrad even more disdainful.

Conrad took another gulp of wine and snorted, "If you want money, then follow my rules and have a good night's sleep here!"

Logan stared at him coldly, his expression gradually becoming colder.

Simply tolerating him seems unable to change this arrogant guy, so when necessary, we can only use appropriate force!
"I'll give you three seconds to make a choice."

Logan started counting directly, "One..."

Conrad was not afraid of Logan's dangerous look. Instead, he showed a playful look on his face and counted for Logan provocatively, "Two, three, four, five, six..."

boom!
Before Conrad finished counting, a fist as hard as steel hit him in the face.

The severe pain on his face turned Conrad's countdown into a scream. He fell backward and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"I'm the leader of this mission. Please control your bad temper and follow my instructions. This is just a warning. I don't want it to happen again!"

Logan stared coldly at Conrad on the ground and put away his waving fist.

"Damn it! How dare you sneak attack me, old man!"

Conrad stood up with an angry face. The sudden heavy blow made his vision a little blurred. He felt something wet under his lips. He reached out and found his palm was covered with scarlet nosebleed.

He stared at Logan, his sturdy body made him look like an angry brown bear.

As for being knocked down by Logan's sneak attack, he did not think it was because Logan was so strong, but just felt that he was careless. If it was a head-on battle, this old man would definitely not be his opponent!
He clenched his fists and raised his hands to swing at Logan. The bulging muscles in his arms showed that he had used all his strength in this punch. If it was a normal sixty-year-old man, there was almost no way he would survive this punch.

Conrad was obviously extremely angry about Logan's sneak attack. Under the influence of alcohol, his eyes were full of rage and anger!

Whoosh!

However, Logan didn't give the mercenary any face at all. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Conrad's arm like an iron clamp, and with a gorgeous shoulder throw, he smashed the guy who looked as strong as a brown bear onto the wine table next to him.

boom!
The wine table shattered in an instant, with broken pieces of wood scattered all over the ground.

In an instant, the tavern was completely silent. Everyone looked over and was stunned to see that Logan, who looked to be in his sixties, could actually give Conrad a shoulder throw.

The bartender at the front desk was also stunned for a moment, his face instantly darkened, and he shouted loudly: "If you want to fight, go outside, fighting is not allowed in the bar!"

At the same time, several young men holding short sticks ran out from the backstage and surrounded Logan.

"Don't worry, I will compensate for the losses here. This is just our private matter."

Faced with being surrounded by so many people, Logan remained calm and wiped the blood off his fist with the rag in front of the bar.

"Cough cough."

Conrad also stood up from the ground and stared at Logan angrily. Such an attack did not cause any substantial harm to him, who was once a mercenary. However, being humiliated by an old man made his anger burn to the extreme.

"I don't need you here, I can handle it myself!"

Conrad spoke to the circle of young people.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Logan fiercely, "Well, old man, since you don't want to live, then I won't be polite either. If you have the guts, we'll meet outside!"

After saying this, Conrad wiped the blood off his face, turned around and strode out of the tavern.

Logan didn't want to get into trouble with the pub, so he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and threw it on the bar as payment for the drinks and the table, and then strode out of the pub.

If Conrad is to be obedient in the next mission, it seems that a lesson is necessary.

Fortunately, although his body is not as strong as it was when he was young, it is more than enough to deal with a mercenary.

As soon as he walked out of the pub, Conrad picked up a steel pipe from the ground, turned around without hesitation, and swung it towards Logan's head.

There was no fluctuation on Logan's face. He stretched out his hand and grasped the steel pipe firmly in his hand. Then he pulled hard and the steel pipe was taken away by him.

Conrad was stunned, and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

He was very confident in his strength, and with this blow, he could bend even steel.

But Logan was able to block it with one hand, and even snatched his own steel pipe!

How is it possible? How can this old man be so strong?

Conrad's eyes widened and he stared at Logan.

He couldn't believe that an old man over fifty years old actually possessed such strength!
"What are you doing!"

Suddenly there was a loud roar, and Samuel and Josh strode over here. They saw the two men at loggerheads, and also saw Conrad's face covered in blood. They realized that something was wrong, and hurried forward to pull the two men apart.

"What happened? How did a fight break out after just a few minutes?"

Samuel snatched the steel pipe from Logan's hand and threw it aside, his face full of worry and surprise.

He could see that in this conflict, Conrad seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Logan did not respond to Samuel, but stared at Conrad coldly, "I am the leader of this mission. If you act on your own again, I don't mind crippling you before we get back on the road!"

At this time, Conrad was obviously still surprised by Logan's strength, but he still refused to admit defeat and snorted coldly: "Old man, if you have the guts, just try it!"

Samuel and Josh were so overwhelmed that they tried to stop the two men, fearing that the conflict would escalate.

"Stop talking!"

Samuel tried to dissuade them. Such a thing happened on the first day of the mission. He couldn't imagine what kind of friction would occur in the days that followed.

boom! !

Just as the two were trying to dissuade Logan and Samuel respectively, a sharp collision sound suddenly rang out.

Several people were startled and turned to look.

I saw that the rear of a truck parked on the side of the road had a small dent. The culprit was a black car that had hit it.

"Damn it!"

Samuel and Josh looked at the smashed rear end of the truck, and without caring about Logan and Conrad, they hurriedly ran towards the truck.

The mission this time is not to mediate disputes, the cargo on the truck is the top priority!
Logan and Conrad looked at each other, temporarily put aside their dispute, and stepped forward together.

"How come you're driving so fast that you can't see such a big truck?"

Logan asked loudly to the two people who got out of the car.

"Sorry, sorry."

These were two black men, both of whom were very strong. After getting off the car, they kept apologizing to Logan and the others. Their voices had a very strong accent, and they sounded like they were of Mexican descent.

"Don't worry, we'll pay for the repairs. It was just an accident."

One of the Mexican men reached into his pocket as if to take out money, and his face looked very sincere.

"Of course!" Samuel stared at the rear of the truck and said angrily, "The bumper is smashed. The repair cost is quite high!"

"Well, don't worry, money is just a small problem."

The two Mexicans smiled at each other. The next moment, the Mexican who seemed to be taking out money suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket. In his hand was not a banknote, but a shiny black pistol!

boom! !

The old Mexican raised his gun and shot without hesitation.

The expressions of several people suddenly changed. Samuel looked at the fire spraying from the muzzle of the gun, and his brain suddenly froze, completely unable to react.

Logan on the other side felt his scalp tingling. His keen intuition made him react almost subconsciously. He jumped up suddenly and knocked down the three people around him in an instant.

In a flash, the high-speed spinning bullet, carrying a blazing flame, almost brushed past Logan's back.

The cheap suit on his body was torn in an instant.

A clear blood mark was left on the solid back.
(End of this chapter)