I Have a Tycoon Granpa
Chapter 80 Did You Kill Alan?

"I used to listen to my uncle."

"It is the rule that the youngest should obey the eldest."

Jordan squinted at him and said, "But now, according to the seniorships and status, my uncle and I are the same, so I have no need to listen to his words."

"Jordan, what do you want?" Cohen asked with a grim face.

"I just gave you three seconds to think about it, and you didn't make a choice."

Jordan smiled faintly, "Do you think I dare not move you?"

Cohen frowned. He thought Boss Lam could help him, but Jordan did not buy it.

Cohen said, "Jordan, I admit defeat."

"Brandon, pay the car and the bill." Cohen sighed and said to Brandon.

At that time, Brandon's face was ugly. He called Cohen over, for he didn't want to pay for the car, but now he not only had to pay for the car, but also pay 80,000 yuan to the bar.

At this moment, Brandon was depressed.

Brandon called Steven over and asked, "How much is it?"

"Ninety-eight thousand." Steven smiled.

"Ninety-eight thousand?" Brandon stared at Steven, "We only order meal worth three thousand. The wine table is eighty thousand, so it should add up to be eighty-three thousand. Why is it ninety thousand eight!"

Steven pointed to Jordan with his chin, "He ordered a few bottles of wine and consumed sixteen thousand."

"Is he a friend of yours? If not, you only have to pay eighty-three thousand." Steven showed an insidious smile, "I will ask him for sixteen thousand."

Jordon looked up at Brandon.

Dare Brandon say no?

Brandon had to say, "I will pay for it."

After swiping the card, Brandon looked to Paul and asked, "Hey, boy, how much money do you buy your car?"

Before Paul spoke, Jordan kicked Brandon down on the ground.

"Damn it, how do you talk to my brother?" Jordan said coldly.

"Paul, how much is your car, I will compensate you." After being kicked by Jordon, Brandon's attitude changed immediately.

"Paul, how much is the new Ford car?" Fraser asked suddenly.

Paul said, "The new car is about 112,000, I am not sure."

"Then you pay 130,000." Jordan said.

"It is ten thousand more than a new car." Brandon said gloomily.

"A car license plate and insurance are needed. Do you think ten thousand is a lot?" Jordon rolled his eyes at Brandon, "If you don't want to give, don't give."

Don't give?

He would get killed!

Brandon had to transfer to Paul 130,000.

After transferring the money, Cohen was about to take Brandon to go.

But at this time, Jordan shouted, "Wait!"

"Jordan, we have pay the bill and the car. What the fuck do you want?" Cohen frowned and was angry.

"Cohen, I just gave you three seconds to think about it, and if you do that, I'll let you go." Jordan smiled, "but you did not grasp the time, but used my uncle to threaten me."

Jordan's facial expression changed, "Now you want to leave? It is too late."

Cohen clenched his fist, and then came to Jordan, "Jordan, what exactly do you want?"

"I only want to tell you one thing. When I give you the chance, you must take it." Jordan raised his head and looked at Cohen's ferocious face, "I won't make it difficult for you today, but you have to remember

it."

Then Jordan took the two bottles of vodka and put them in front of Cohen, "You and your brother take one respectively, and then you can go away."

The vodka was strong.

"Cohen, you can choose not to drink it, or you can smash it over my head, but if you do that, I guarantee you won't get out the door." Jordan showed a smile.

Jordan was in his early twenties, and he was handsome. Even if he kept a straight face, he did not give people the feeling of being afraid.

But once he squinted his eyes, it gave a kind of creepy feeling.

Cohen stared at Jordan and looked at him a long time.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, and neither made any attempt to duck.

"Cohen, I know you are not convinced and want to hit me, but if you don't want to end up like Alan, you had better give up this thought." Jordan sneered. "Did you kill Alan?" There was a flicker of fear in Cohen's eyes.

Jordan didn't answer, but held out three fingers and said, "Cohen, I'll give you three seconds."

"If you don't drink when I finished counting three, then don't blame me to be rude."

This time, Cohen was smarter.

As soon as Jordon put down one finger, Cohen picked up the vodka and poured it into his mouth.

As Cohen's throat moved, the crowd could not help but be scared.

It was the strong vodka. It was gonna kill him if he drank like that.

Jordan glanced at Brandon and smiled, "Boy, what are you waiting for?"

Brandon was scared to take a step back. Brandon had drunk too much in Heyday Lotus. Now let alone a bottle of vodka, he could not drink a small cup of it. "You two help him." Jordan winked at Fraser.

Fraser nodded his head and pulled Brandon over directly.

"Brandon, do you want to drink by yourself or need us to feed you?" Fraser said with a smile.

Brandon struggled for a moment, "Let me go, I can't drink anymore."

"You have to." Fraser coldly said, holding Brandon with one hand and pinching his neck with the other.

Paul took the vodka and poured it into Brandon's mouth.

Quinn couldn't stand it any longer. She came over and said, "Fraser, please let Brandon go. He's drunk too much tonight and can't drink anymore." Fraser laughed and said, “Quinn, leave it alone. When we have dinner, he had been making trouble for me. I have long wanted to kill him!" "Me too!" Paul coldly said, "He called me car cleaner!"

Paul was angry. He was not only laughed at by Brandon, his car had been smashed!

"You dare to throw up?!" Paul frowned and pounced at the chest of Brandon.

After pouring vodka into Brandon's mouth, the two released him.

Brandon got free and immediately ran toward the bathroom. While running he vomited.

Cohen drank a bottle of vodka and was a little wobbly.

He could feel his stomach burning and beads of sweat on his temples.

"Jordan, I will come to you one day." Cohen with the last trace of reason said to Jordan.

Jordan nodded and said in differently, "If you have the ability, you are welcome."

"How dare you fight with me?" Jordan laughed.

Cohen didn't say anything, but turned to leave. When he left, he walked slowly, and seemed to have drunk too much.

At this moment, a man standing next to Jordan asked, "Shall we take the opportunity to kill him?"

Jordan shook his head and said, "No, his time has passed. If I kill him, my uncle will be angry with me."

"It's a favour to my uncle." Jordan said.

After leaving the bar, Cohen took a taxi to his home.

When he got home, he made a call to Jimmy.000000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐