<h4>Chapter 471: Chapter 471: I Have Something to Say to You</h4>


    "Drink, drink, drink!"


    The few people with flushed faces were still incessantly chugging alcohol, determined not to stop until the other waspletely wasted.


    Matthew Saxon frowned and turned his head, wanting to leave.


    He could tolerate the smallness of the ce and the poor environment, but the shouting that was about to blow the roof off he could hardly bear.


    Scarlett Yates also found it too noisy. She secretly nced at Matthew Saxon and happened to catch him frowning, instantly feeling a bit regretful.


    She really shouldn’t have brought him to such a ce; he was indeed not used to it.


    Just like how she couldn’t fully integrate into his world, there was a huge gap in their living environments.


    She bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, then gently tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "It’s too noisy here. Why don’t we choose another ce?"


    Matthew Saxon looked down at her.


    Scarlett Yates bit her lip again and smiled, "I know you don’t like noisy ces. Actually, it’s not usually this loud here; it’s just today..."


    Just as she finished speaking, the table ying drinking games erupted with piercingughter, "Drink, keep drinking, tonight we must drink to our heart’s content; whoever admits defeat is a coward."


    With a loud clink, it seemed a beer bottle was knocked to the ground.


    One person, face red and neck bulging, waved at the Boss, "Boss, bring twenty more bottles."


    Even the Boss seemed a bit embarrassed, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and with a forced smile said, "These guys can’t be persuaded; every time theye, they drink themselves into a stupor. I’m running a business here, so at most I can only give a few words of advice, but they don’t listen, and I’m powerless."


    Matthew Saxon frowned.


    He looked down at Scarlett Yates again, contemting for a moment, then said, "Wait here for me."


    With that, he took a long stride toward the table ying drinking games.


    "Ah? Hey, what are you doing?" Scarlett Yates was stunned for a second and immediately wanted to follow him.


    She was too aware of Matthew Saxon’s temper.


    Could it be that he found that table too noisy and was going to confront them?


    Although maintaining proper decorum in public is something everyone should do, if he went to lecture a bunch of drunkards, wouldn’t it be a bit irrational?


    That table had seven men sitting there.


    She didn’t know what they did, but they all looked rather strong, each wearing a tight-fitting army-green short-sleeved shirt, exposing very developed arm muscles.


    If a conflict or argument were to break out, even if Matthew Saxon were very capable, he couldn’t possibly take on seven by himself.


    At that moment, the Boss grabbed her, seemingly oblivious to her urgency, and pulled her to a corner, saying, "Scarlett,e here, I have something to tell you."


    "Boss?"


    The Boss’s expression suddenly turned serious, "Scarlett, I shouldn’t be meddling typically, but I’ve always liked you a lot and can’t bear to see you fall so far. Even if it makes you upset to hear it, I still have to say something."


    "Fall?" Scarlett Yates was momentarily stunned, confused, and asked, "Boss, what exactly are you talking about?"


    Inside, she was worried Matthew Saxon would start a fight with those people and wanted to find him, yet the Boss blocked her in the corner, not letting her go.


    She was sweating with anxiety, stamped her feet, urgency showing on her face, "Boss, whatever you have to say, can it wait? I need to find my friend."