Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 491 Shameless

Hopkins was over fifty years old. Martial arts clubs had brought him a lot of money and it was fair enough to say that he had disciples all over the world. After earned enough money and reputation, he passed all his martial club business to his sons and began enjoying his life. Whether his sons can handle the business was out of his concerns. They could take care of themselves well enough and if not, Hopkins could always give them a hand.

Sitting in his recliner and fanning, Hopkins closed his eyes and hummed a Peking opera. Life could not be more comfortable.

He felt a bit annoyed when the phone rang. 'Which bastard again? They just cannot leave me alone. It is a waste of time to teach them that they cannot even handle a single matter by themselves.' He picked up his mobile annoyingly and glanced at the caller ID. It was Brodie. Hopkins hesitated.

It was hard to say whether Brodie was Hopkins's disciple or not. In earlier years when Hopkins needed money, Brodie sent a valuable gift in order to become his disciple. Hopkins took Brodie in unwillingly and did helped Brodie a lot those years. Since money became less a problem, Hopkins gradually alienated himself from Brodie. Helping Brodie to settle those dirty works really discredited Hopkins. Reputation became Hopkins' top priority when he didn't need to worry about money. He even dreamt of being honored as a World Master and such. His reputation would surely rise among his peers. Hopkins pressed reject fiercely but Brodie called again. Hopkins frowned and answered the phone, "Hello, Brodie. I am not feeling well recently. " He coughed and said. Hopkins pretended to be sick and hoped Hopkins would leave him alone. "Hello, Mr. Hopkins. I know what you mean but I would not call if I am not in trouble. So please don't play game with me." Hopkins's face turned gray and cursed silently. 'Your trouble also means trouble to me! How could you push your trouble to me like this?'

Hopkins said, "You bastard. What do you want again? How about we just cut off our relationship once and for all?"

Better a little loss than a long sorrow. If this mentoring relationship kept going on, Hopkins would definitely be dragged in Brodie's dirty works. Brodie laughed coldly and said, "That is not how you used to say when you needed my money. You said you can help me with anything. You can sort out any trouble." Hopkins felt as if someone punched him in the chest. He put his hand on his chest and took a few deep breaths. If they were talking face to face, Hopkins could stab him with a knife.

"Mr. Hopkins, I have a lot of good stuff here. Who was your favorite in the night club back then? I have the video of you two in bed. I am so jealous of your vigor Mr. Hopkins."

"You shameless...shameless bastard! I was an idiot to have you as my disciple." Hopkins was furious. He hated the feeling of being threatened. Cruelty flashed through Brodie's eyes and he said, "Mr. Hopkins you are no better than me. You have no right to judge me. Help me this time and we call it even. Or I will hand over all evidences."

"Deal! Where are you? I am coming over right now!"

"My shop. I'll be waiting for you."

Hopkins hung up the phone with anger. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "That son of a bitch! I should kill this mother fucker back then!" he cursed. Hopkins took a few disciples with him and hurried to Brodie's shop.

In the meanwhile, Brodie hung up the phone and walked to his desk. "Mr. Hopkins is on the way. You better get your stuff and fuck off. Or you will be crying like a baby." Brodie said coldly.

"I am curious who could make me cry like a baby." Maximilian said indifferently.

Brodie's face darkened. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank gloomily. Talking and threatening did not work. Hopkins was Brodie's last chance. If Hopkins could not settle this... Brodie could not even bear the thought.

10 times of 10 million was 100 million dollars. In no way he could afford that much of compensation.

Both Flora and Canaan stared at Brodie and the corner of their mouths had a slight upward twitch, as if they could imagin the end of Brodie. "You were looking for trouble to offend Maximilian. Better to pay the money than to regret later," Flora said happily. 'Maximilian was kind of standing up for me, right? It must be. I am so happy. Only if we could be closer...' Flora's imagination began to run away from her.

Brodie looked at Flora with resentment. If it were not for this girl, he would not have encountered Maximilian, let alone this embarrassing situation. Wealthy people really didn't understand what poverty means. 5 million dollars were only a drop in the bucket to wealthy people, but it was hard earned money for Brodie.

Why so serious? When Brodie was complaining silently, Hopkins arrived with his disciples.

Brodie immediately jumped up from the chair and knocked his knee hardly. He gasped with pain and cried out, "Oh god, oh god. Master, you finally come. They are trying to blackmail me. You got to help me!" Hopkins glanced at Maximilian and his friends. Looking at the three young faces, he thought, 'Brodie is an old hand in antique shops. A lot of people were fooled by him. Only those famous people could let Brodie beg for help. How did these young people manage to do this?'

"I am Hopkins. How did my disciple offend all of you here?" He held his hand and saluted, being very polite.

"Mr. Hopkins, your disciple is selling fake antiques here. He said genuine guaranteed, otherwise he will compensate ten times the value. He is now refusing to compensate us. Do you really have such a dishonest disciple?"