Chapter 75

The cashier behind the counter had long been scared speechless, but Samuel had not forgotten about her. “Apologize to my wife,” he said. “I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered, bowing her head. Christopher was still looking at Johann, hoping that he could at least help by saying something. Even if his men could not defeat that punk, surely Johann’s status could suppress that fellow’s brazen arrogance somehow. However, Christopher’s hopes were dashed when Johann placed his hands on his thighs and bent over slightly, indicating deference to the young man. The sight made all the color leech out of Christopher’s face. Even Johann…did not dare to provoke that fellow! Who on earth was this young man? Samuel brought his wife to a table by the window; Christopher tiptoed over to Johann’s side. “Brother Johann, who is this man?” he asked. Johann emitted an unsympathetic harrumph. “Christopher Lane, go and dig a grave and bury yourself in it,” he said. “I’m not going to suffer in your place. If I get into