"Holy sh*t."
When people were unlucky, they would gnash their teeth with water.
Justices was caught red-handed before he could mock Samuel.
He quickly lowered his head.
Soon, Samuel came over.
Seeing Justices lowering his head, the others also turned their heads aside.
Samuel smiled and said, "Weren't you guys chatting very happily just now? What's wrong? You stopped talking as soon as I arrived?"
The expressions on their faces were no different from eating feces.
But no matter how ugly it was, they didn't dare to make a sound.
"It seems that I am not welcomed."
Hearing this, the people around him did not dare to reply.
If they denied it, what if Samuel took this opportunity to ask them to continue talking They couldn’t continue to speak ill of him, could they?
But if they admitted, it would be that Samuel was not popular.
Weren’t they rushing to their death?
Thus, apart from shaking their heads silently, the crowd did not dare to utter a single word.
"Master Hannigan, you... you misunderstood. We... we just chatted for a while." Seeing that the atmosphere was eased, Justices couldn't help but mediate at this time.
Samuel sneered and said, "Well, if you want to chat, you can continue."
Everyone had bitter expressions on their faces.
"The way I see it, the two of you are not chatting. Instead, you're simply chatting about me?"
Once those words were said, the crowd turned pale with fright.
After all, once Samuel lost his temper because of such a great disrespect, it would be a catastrophe for them.
"How, how could that be? Mr. Hannigan, you... you must be joking?"
"Yeah, why... why would we gossip about you!"
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