As soon as the person took off his helmet, his white hair instantly captured the eyes of everyone—including Christopher, who was watching him all along. “White Hair, this is the man I told you about. Please get your friend to help—he destroyed my men’s hands.” As soon as Big-Ear saw the man with white hair, his eyes were taken over by a touch of ecstasy as he spoke. “Hmm.” It was a rather faint response. At that moment, the white-haired guy didn’t even bother to take a look at Christopher, but instead turned to look at the very strong black man next to him. “Black Bull, can you help me deal with him?” The man named Black Bull nodded immediately. After all, he came here for this. Although he didn’t like fighting in public, since the person next to him told him to, he naturally had to do it. Immediately, Black Bull gave a cold snort and looked at the person Big-Ears pointed at. When he was about to walk toward Christopher, the white-haired guy beside him saw Christopher’s face. “Wait! The person you want Black Bull to beat up is this person in front of you?” The moment White Hair saw Christopher, his pupils shrank sharply; a look of shock appeared on his face while his body trembled in an instant. As soon as Big-Ear heard White Hair’s words, he nodded immediately with a ruthless look on his face. This kid is really reckless. Do you think I’m so easily provoked? Big-Ear thought to himself. “Yeah, this kid dared to stop me from getting rich, and he also severed my men’s hand. This is simply unforgivable. White Hair, you can surely be—” “You b*stard!” Before Big-Ear could finish his sentence, White Hair slapped Big-Ear fiercely, whereupon a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of Big-Ear’s mouth. He covered his face and looked at White Hair, completely dumbfounded. Didn’t he say that he’d help me? Why did he hit me, then? There was chaos in Big-Ear’s mind. He didn't understand at all. What exactly is going on? Is it possible that this kid’s background is more impressive than I anticipated? Thinking of this, Big-Ear’s face changed drastically. With a pale look, he covered his face and didn’t dare to say a word for the time being. “Mr. Christopher, this is my brother. He must’ve offended you because he isn’t aware of your identity. I apologize to you on behalf of him. If you feel upset, I can break his leg right now.”There was a bitter look on White Hair's face. Had he known that the person in front of him was Christopher, he would’ve crippled Big-Ear than to let him make trouble. Christopher was able to knock so many people down all by himself, so it was hard to say whether Black Bull could deal with him. More importantly, the person behind Christopher was Director Turner. They were just gangsters after all, and they didn’t know how to do anything else aside from fighting. If the cops really wanted to take them out, then it would just be a matter of time before they were wiped out, and if they really did provoke Christopher, they would be annihilated within seconds. Now that Big-Ear dared to bring so many people here to make trouble with Christopher, White Hair didn’t know if Christopher would really be offended, but he hoped that since he had admitted to the mistake early, Christopher could let them off the hook easily. Big-Ear, who was standing beside him, turned pale when he heard White Hair’s words. Those who were able to make his brother speak like this must have powerful backgrounds. He finally knew now that he had provoked someone whom he shouldn’t have. After all, Big-Ear never thought that a little cook would not only be so powerful, but also have a strong background. On top of that, it was the kind of background that could ensure his men’s destruction. Thud! Without the slightest hesitation this time, Big-Ear kneeled down. He knew very well what he had to do to ensure he could still keep his life. Hearing how White Hair was begging for mercy from Christopher, Big-Ear also kneeled down and pleaded. Seeing that, Christopher nodded his head; he had gotten what he wanted, and there was no need for more trouble. “There’s no need for that. But I will have you know that I don’t care what you do; if you do these things on my turf, don’t blame me for being cruel. The next time this happens, things won’t end this nicely.” Christopher spoke as he took a faint glance at White Hair and Big-Ears next to him, causing their bodies to tremble at the same time. As long as these guys didn’t cause trouble in his territory, Christopher wouldn’t care about what they were doing. Even if Big-Ear wanted to rob the Public Housing Administration’s Morton Goodmans’ money, he would not care. What Christopher cared most about was his thumbs-up points, and if these guys affected his amount of thumbs-ups in any way, he wouldn’t tolerate it. “No, no! Since you are so kind and generous, I am sure you will let the bygones be bygones. I’ll make sure there won’t be a next time,” Big-Ear waved his hand again and again as he uttered with a flattering smile on his face. “By the way, White Hair, give me your number. I might need your help in the future.” The moment Christopher saw the guy named Black Bull next to White Hair, he felt a powerful aura from the former. This kind of spirit seemed to be something that no ordinary person could possess. Previously, Christopher could also feel that Maya’s bodyguard had this similar fierce spirit that belonged to a soldier. It was because of this that Christopher had probably guessed a little about the identity of the guy in front of him, and he might have to rely on this man’s power in the future. After all, there were not many people with this kind of aura. Hearing this, White Hair blinked his eyes, and a touch of confusion appeared on his face, but soon, the confusion on his face immediately turned into ecstasy.“Okay, my phone number is 856…” Why would White Hair even disagree? Right now, all he wanted was to call Christopher right away, because it showed that Christopher might need them, and that would be extremely good news for them! In this way, it meant that Christopher would no longer need to mutilate his brother's leg. They could even say that they were Christopher’s lackeys. However, of course, Christopher didn't want to employ them, and this was all White Hair’s wishful thinking. Christopher took down White Hair’s phone number and then told them to leave. As for the medical expenses of these people, Christopher didn’t intend to be responsible for it. He thought he was already being considerate as he didn’t try to beat them up to the point that they couldn’t take care of themselves; asking for medical compensation would be too much. "Mr. Christopher, we will help you guard over Thumbs-Up Restaurant and The Serenade. If anything happens, we will take action." A pleasing smile appeared on White Hair's face when he spoke to Christopher. Upon that, Christopher nodded. He initially didn't want that, but since White Hair and the others wanted to do it for him, he naturally would not refuse. After all, who would turn down a free bargain? Then, White Hair left. Just as Christopher was about to leave the Thumbs-Up Restaurant, the many customers from the Super Thumbs-Up Restaurant flooded in.