Awakening the War God novel Chapter 39

The deafening crash brought the entire restaurant to a standstill.

All eyes were now fixed on Gabriel.

The gruesome scene, with blood splatter, sent several women into shrieks of horror.

"Gabriel... Gabriel Edwards!"

Stella gazed at Gabriel in astonishment. She had never expected to encounter him here.

It wasn't until she saw Ava, the beautiful woman sitting across from Gabriel, that everything fell into place.

Gabriel had come here for a date.

Curses filled her thoughts. She couldn't believe that Gabriel, of all people, would witness her in such a miserable situation.

"Sam quickly collected himself, grumbling under his breath as he approached Gabriel.

The other seven burly men followed Sam, striding forward with an intimidating presence.

"Buddy, where do you hail from? You dare to mess with the Ghostly Purgatory Hall's affairs, or are you just itching for trouble?"

Even though Sam knew Gabriel appeared to be no ordinary man, at this juncture, he couldn't afford to back down.

If he backed off now, how would he handle future debt collections?

But Sam wasn't naive. He stopped three paces away from Gabriel.

He didn't press the issue further, prioritizing his own safety.

Gabriel's fighting techniques were both ruthless and precise.

He forcefully pressed down on the tattooed man's head, almost knocking him unconscious.

His execution was impeccable.

Despite the tattooed man's head spurting blood, not a drop stained Ava.

At such close quarters, Ava's attire remained immaculate.

She was simply startled, rising in a state of alarm.

"Ghostly Purgatory Hall?"

Gabriel slowly turned, his fierce expression unwavering.

Yet he couldn't help but find it rather coincidental to encounter a few members of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall.

However, judging by Sam's conduct, Gabriel's impression of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall's members was far from favorable.

If all of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall's associates were of this caliber, he'd be gravely disappointed.

"Kid, having second thoughts now? Crossing the Ghostly Purgatory Hall isn't a bright idea. But today, I'm in a hurry to settle a debt. If you leave now, I won't hold it against you."

Sam was smart enough, invoking the Ghostly Purgatory Hall and providing Gabriel an exit-balancing toughness and leniency.

As long as Gabriel departed, Sam could salvage his pride.

What came next? He could continue with his debt collection.

In any case, the opponent's identity was uncertain, and his strength was formidable, so engaging in a direct confrontation wouldn't be wise!

Gabriel lifted the tattooed man and tossed him onto the ground."

Then he pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands clean.

Every move had an air of elegance and arrogance about it.

He glanced at his phone to check the time, then turned to Ava, asking, "Ava, we have ten minutes left until our seven-day agreement is up. For the next ten minutes, I'll follow your lead. If you want me to cripple them, I'll cripple them. If you want me to kill them, I'll kill them. It's your call."

Ava hesitated for a moment, upset with Gabriel's rash behavior. Asking her to make decisions at a time like this was not what she expected from her boyfriend.

She managed a wry smile and, after some consideration, addressed Sam, "You guys better leave. I'll talk to my boyfriend and make sure he doesn't resort to violence anymore."

As a vulnerable girl, she preferred to downplay the situation, turning big problems into small ones.

Bloodshed and fights were not on her agenda.

Hearing Ava's words, Gabriel's anger subsided considerably.

He said to Sam, "You're lucky today. My girlfriend is a forgiving soul. You can go now."

Though he was still annoyed, since Ava had intervened, he decided to let it go.

This put Sam and his crew in an awkward spot.

Leaving now would be embarrassing, like admitting defeat. But staying meant they would have to deal with a tough opponent.

It was a difficult situation.

Just then, Stella approached the scene.

Her timing was far from ideal as she addressed Sam, "Whoever owes you money, you should go after them. Why do you keep causing trouble in my place?"

Her intervention shifted the focus away from Gabriel.

Sam saw this as an opportunity to change the subject and ease the tension with Gabriel.

He seized the chance and spoke to Stella, "Stella, your own brother, Ryan, owes us money. We're coming to you for what he owes. You own this high-end restaurant; eight million shouldn't be a problem for you."

Gabriel was left speechless.

Stella's response was far from clever.

If she wanted to deal with Sam herself, he thought, then he needn't bother himself.

All he needed to do now was sit and watch.

Stella clenched her teeth in frustration, "I've already told you, gambling debts are not legally enforceable. Besides, I don't have that much money. You must leave immediately. Otherwise, I will call the police."

Her brother, Ryan, had fallen into a pit of gambling addiction, and the people at the casino had intentionally extended his credit, leading him deeper into debt.

Previously, it was tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even once over a million dollars.

Stella had paid it all off, biting the bullet for her irresponsible brother.

It was her grandfather's dying wish that she take care of her brother, and her father, in prison, had always pleaded for her to protect him.

Her brother was the last male heir of the Turner family, their only hope.