The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 3064

It was true; the manager was well acquainted with the old man and, judging by his behavior, respected him a lot as well.

"There you are.

I just noticed that this young man was eating food reserved exclusively for the guests. I don't believe that is allowed in the auction house during working hours.

And as if that wasn't enough, he acted very rudely with me.

We are in your auction house for business, and an employee behaving like this is unacceptable.

I think you should fire this wretch right now!

I never want to see him again,"

the fat old man pointed at Austin and complained with a scowl.

"I will only say this once. Take your hand off me and don't you ever dare point at me again,"

Austin coldly responded, his eyes squinting with displeasure.

He was in no mood to argue with them.

In fact, considering Austin's current level of strength, if the fat man had provoked him into a fight directly, then he could even kill the latter with just a slap on the face. At the very least, he could make him permanently disabled.

But he did not do that. Deep in his mind, he was still cherishing the memory of his past from his college days.

The girl named Alice had stayed with him for three years during that time.

In fact, Austin was a man who cherished everyone around him very much. Therefore, he endured whatever was going on to the very best of his abilities, for Alice's sake.

However, the fat old man seemed in no mood to give up until he got what he wanted.

Moreover, he was constantly pointing at Austin. It was a seriously condescending and infuriating behavior.

"You son of a bitch! You are just a pauper. You know what? I'll keep pointing at you like this! Let's see what you can do!

You're dead to me!"

The fat man was furious now. He rushed towards Austin and poked the latter's nose with his finger, sneering as he did so.

Puff!

Within a lightning flash, Austin's hand had moved and snapped the fat old man's finger. In the blink of an eye, his finger was broken. A little part of the skin could be seen hanging there with his broken finger!

"Yargh! You son of a bitch!"

Look at what he did! Argh!"

The fat man's face convulsed due to the pain. As he tried to roar at Austin's superiors, only groans came out.

"Austin, how dare you hurt my man! I am not going to let you go!"

Alice also screamed now.

She was afraid that the fat old man would blame her and cut off the cash he gave her. That would be really troublesome for her.

"You bastard! How dare you hurt Mr. Yang! Go to hell!"

The two young men who were accompanying the fat man were angry as well.

They were senior executives at the fat old man's company. They had come with him to attend the auction and seeing their boss get hurt, and that too at the hands of a poor auction house worker, they couldn't just stand back. The two men rushed towards him simultaneously.

Clap! Clap!

Two slaps sounded. Austin had waved his hand slightly, and as soon as his palm had made contact with their faces, they had been thrown away.

"Hey, why are you still standing there? Why don't you stop your employee? He's hurting everyone around him! He broke my finger!"

The fat old man shouted at the auction house manager when he saw that Austin was too strong for his people.

"You've gone too far, sir!

This auction house is a civilized place and fighting here is not allowed.

Please stop what you are doing."

The manager confronted Austin but when he saw that the latter was not an employee of the auction house, he didn't dare to be rude with him.

That was because if he wasn't here as an employee, then it could only mean that he was attending the auction. And the people who came here were very rich and powerful. He couldn't dare offend anyone of them.

'What? Sir? The manager is calling that brat sir?' The first sentence took the old man and Alice by surprise.

They were stunned by the manager's attitude.

"Sir, why are you being so polite to him?

Is this rubbish creature not one of your employees?"

the fat man finally asked in a doubtful tone.

"Mr. Yang, this gentleman is not an employee of the auction house. I believe he might be here for the auction,"