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Chapter 677 No Facts, Just Fists

Getting punched in the face and then having the ladies get snatched up by the guy who had done it p*ssed Jim off a lot. He might not be an *ss-kicking bad*ss, but d*mn it, he had always been at least good at hyping himself up about being one. This son of a b*tch had sent his front teeth flying, and now Jim could not even toot his own trumpet.

The next best thing he could do was run up to his boss, Craig “Buck” Buckley, and recount the entire sequence of events with as much incendiary embellishment as he could muster. He mentioned how much Javier had dissed him and how much he had laughed at him.

The perceived insult proved too much for Buck, who fit the stereotype of a silent but violent thug leader. His spleen shot up to the roof, his anger dialing up to eleven. With one word, he commanded all of his followers to surround Javier.

“Who the f*ck are you? Those are my babes you’re touching. You really are itching to die if you wanna pick a fight with us!”

Javier squeezed his arms aro
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