Chapter 1271

Bailey paid them no mind, walking over to Wilbur and looping her arm around his. The three men burst out laughing, clearly thinking little of Wilbur. Wilbur sneered coldly. "F*ck off." "What the f*ck did you just say?" the narrow-eyed man flared up at once, shouting at Wilbur. His friends eyed Wilbur in a hostile manner as well, rolling up their sleeves as if they were about to make a move on Wilbur. Wilbur smirked. "Get lost unless you're looking for a beating. I don't want you to regret this." "Do you f*cking know who this is? Mister Jarn's a guest of honor of the head of our gang, how dare you talk to him like that?" one of the other two men said cockily. Wilbur looked the three men up and down. Indeed, they were all dressed rather nicely. The watches they were wearing alone cost a fortune, and it was clear that they were not ordinary folk. That didn't matter, of course. Anyone trying to act out in front of Wilbur would be making a terribly stupid mistake. "I don't