Provocation, Logan's Authority!

Chapter 8 Provocation, Logan's Authority!

Conrad walked into the tavern without looking back.

"That guy is always like this."

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

The mission had only just begun, and Samuel didn't want things to get too tense within the team.

Logan turned to look at Josh on the other side.

At this moment, Josh seemed completely unconcerned about what was happening before him, standing still with his arms crossed, looking as if it were none of his business.

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

Samuel paused, then looked back at Logan with concern. "Given his personality, he won't listen to you."

He knew that Conrad was so irritable today because Logan had taken his position as team leader.

Logan going in to call him would not only fail to bring him out, but might also escalate the conflict...

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

The pub was dimly lit, and many people were huddled together drinking beer and chatting quietly.

Conrad sat alone at the bar. He seemed to know the bartender well. He had already drunk half of his drink and was talking quietly with the receptionist.

Logan walked over and sat down next to Conrad, holding up a finger to the front desk and saying, "Hey buddy, a drink."

Conrad glanced at Logan but didn't say anything. He simply turned his body slightly away and continued to drink heavily.

The receptionist handed Logan a large glass of beer.

Logan glanced at Conrad, raised his glass, and said, "Finish this and come back with me. This area is too chaotic; we have to ensure the safety of the goods!"

He knew Conrad wanted to get inside the Lawrence family, but Logan wasn't interested in that; he just wanted to finish the job and get his pay.

After saying that, Logan raised his glass and downed the full glass of beer in one gulp.

"Old man, what are you worried about? I've been running this road for three years, and the goods I've escorted have never had any accidents!"

Conrad sneered at Logan. He really didn't know what had gotten into Chris that made him let a sixty-year-old coward be their leader.

If something really goes wrong, this guy might be scared to death by the sound of gunfire!

Logan didn't want to respond too much to Conrad's dismissive attitude; years of life on the run had taught him how to avoid unnecessary complications.

"I just want to finish the task as soon as possible, take the money and leave."

Logan made it clear that he wouldn't stay in this so-called leader position for long and would leave after the mission was over, hoping to put Conrad at ease with his resentment towards him.

However, Logan's forbearance only made Conrad more disdainful.

Conrad gulped down another mouthful of liquor and sneered, "If you want money, then do things my way and get a good night's sleep here!"

Logan stared at him coldly, his expression gradually turning grim.

It seems that simply tolerating this arrogant fellow won't change him, so when necessary, we'll have to resort to force!

I'll give you three seconds to make a choice.

Logan immediately started counting, "One..."

Conrad showed no fear at all at Logan's dangerous gaze. Instead, he wore a mocking expression and defiantly counted down for Logan, "Two, three, four, five, six..."

boom!

Before Conrad could finish counting, a fist as hard as steel came crashing down on him.

The intense pain in his face turned Conrad's countdown into a scream. He fell heavily backward to the ground, his wine glass shattering on the floor.

"I'm the team leader for this mission. Tusk your 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, then lowered his clenched fist.

"Damn it! You old bastard, how dare you ambush me!"

Conrad stood up angrily. The sudden blow blurred his vision. He felt something wet under his lips and touched it. His palm was covered with bright red blood from his nose.

He stared intently at Logan, his massive frame making him look like an enraged brown bear.

He didn't think that Logan was that strong because he was caught off guard and knocked down. He just felt that he was careless. If it were a head-on fight, the old man would definitely not be his match!

He clenched his fists and raised his hand to strike Logan. The bulging muscles in his arms showed that he had used all his strength in this punch. If it were a normal sixty-year-old man, he would have almost no chance of surviving such a punch.

Conrad was clearly furious at Logan's sneak attack; under the influence of alcohol, his eyes were filled with a violent rage!

Whoosh!

Logan showed no respect to the mercenary, reaching out and grabbing Conrad's arm like an iron clamp, executing a spectacular over-the-shoulder throw that slammed the bear-like man onto the nearby table.

boom!

The table shattered instantly, with splintered pieces of wood scattered all over the floor.

In an instant, the tavern fell completely silent. Everyone looked over and was stunned to see that Logan, who looked to be sixty years old, had managed to throw Conrad over the shoulder.

The bartender at the front desk was also taken aback for a moment, his face instantly darkening as he shouted, "Go outside and fight! Fighting is prohibited inside the bar!"

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

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

Despite being surrounded by so many people, Logan remained calm and wiped the blood off his fists with a rag from the bar.

"Cough cough."

Conrad also stood up from the ground, glaring angrily at Logan.

Such an attack did not actually cause him any real harm, as he had once been a mercenary. However, being humiliated by an old man like this fueled his anger to the extreme.

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

Conrad addressed the group of young people.

After saying that, he glared at Logan fiercely, "Fine, old man, since you don't want to live, then I won't be polite anymore. If you have the guts, let's meet outside!"

After saying that, Conrad wiped the bloodstains from 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 to cover the cost of the table. Then he strode out of the pub.

It seems a lesson is necessary to make Conrad obedient in future missions.

Fortunately, although his body is not as strong as it was when he was young, he is still more than capable of dealing with a mercenary.

As soon as he stepped out of the tavern, Conrad picked up a steel pipe from the ground and, without hesitation, turned and swung it down hard on Logan's head.

Logan's face remained expressionless. He reached out and grabbed the steel pipe firmly in his hand, then pulled hard, snatching it away.

Conrad was taken aback, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

He was very confident in his strength; with one blow, he could bend steel.

Logan could easily block it with one hand, and even snatched his own steel pipe away!

How is that possible? How can this old man be so strong!

Conrad stared wide-eyed at Logan.

He couldn't believe that an old man over fifty years old could possess such strength!

"What are you doing!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, and Samuel and Josh rushed over. Seeing the two men locked in a tense standoff and Conrad's blood-stained face, they realized something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to separate them.

"What happened? How did they start fighting after only a few minutes?!"

Samuel snatched the steel pipe from Logan and threw it aside, his face filled with worry and surprise.

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

Logan didn't respond to Samuel, only staring coldly at Conrad. "I'm the leader on this mission. If you act on your own again, I won't hesitate to cripple you before you continue!"

Conrad was clearly still surprised by Logan's strength, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and sneered, "Old man, try it if you dare!"

Samuel and Josh felt overwhelmed and held the two of them back tightly, fearing that the conflict would escalate.

"Stop talking!"

Samuel tried to dissuade them, saying that with such a thing happening on the first day of the mission, he couldn't imagine what kind of friction would occur in the days to come.

boom! !

Just as the two were trying to dissuade Logan and Samuel, a sharp, jarring crash suddenly rang out.

The group was startled and quickly turned to look.

A truck parked on the side of the road had a small dent in its rear; the culprit was a black sedan that had crashed into it.

"Damn it!"

Samuel and Josh, seeing the wrecked rear of the truck, forgot about Logan and Conrad and ran quickly toward the truck.

This mission isn't about mediating disputes; the cargo on the truck is the most important thing!

Logan and Conrad exchanged a glance, temporarily setting aside their dispute, and stepped forward together.

"How could you drive like that? Couldn't you see such a big truck?"

Logan loudly questioned the two men who got out of the car.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

These were two Black men, both very muscular. After getting out of the car, they kept apologizing to Logan and his companions, their voices carrying a strong accent, sounding like they were of Mexican descent.

"Don't worry, we'll cover the repair costs. It was just an accident."

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

"Of course!" Samuel stared at the back of the truck, his face full of anger. "The bumper is completely smashed; the repair costs will be substantial!"

"Yes, don't worry, money is a small matter."

The two Mexican men exchanged a smile. The next moment, the Mexican man who seemed to be taking out money suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket. What he was holding was not banknotes, but a shiny black pistol!

boom! !

The Mexican man raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

The men's expressions changed drastically in an instant. Samuel stared at the muzzle flash of the gun, his mind went blank, and he was completely unable to react.

Logan, on the other side, felt a chill run down his spine. His keen intuition made him react almost instinctively, and he jumped up and tackled the three people next to him.

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

The cheap suit he was wearing was instantly torn open.

A clear bloodstain was left on his sturdy back.

(End of this chapter)