Bidegla seemed genuinely unaware of what kind of wine this was, causing Mordhadi to chuckle and say, "This is a genuine 1982 Lafite red wine, extremely rare in the world, with each bottle priced at least at two hundred thousand or more."

"What?" Hearing Mordhadi's words, Bidegla was almost shocked enough to stand up from his chair. He had heard of Lafite red wine, but was not familiar with it. If it weren't for Mordhadi's words, he wouldn't have known that Jennie Laura had asked him to bring a bottle of wine worth over two hundred thousand.

Is this still drinking wine? This is simply drinking money.

Thinking of the last time he drank a bottle of such expensive wine with Jennie Laura at home, Bidegla couldn't help but smack his lips. The wine was unexpectedly expensive, no wonder he savored it so much last time.

"Big brother, never mind that, it's just a bottle of wine, we still have some at home." Seeing the shock on Mordhadi's face, Bidegla couldn't care less, and directly brought out the wine, opening the lid.

A rich aroma filled the room, just the scent alone was a truly wonderful experience. After all, ordinary people rarely have the opportunity to drink something worth over two hundred thousand.

Lafite red wine, which Mordhadi only saw his former boss drink, never thought he would have the chance to drink it himself.

Taking out two bowls, Bidegla quickly poured out most of the wine, saying, "Big brother, since this wine is so valuable, we can't waste it, let's have a bowl first." Bidegla's straightforwardness almost made Mordhadi sit on the ground in shock.

Bidegla actually used a dinner bowl to drink the wine, which had to be said, was quite strange.

But smelling this peculiar wine aroma, Mordhadi also couldn't resist, and finally had to pick up the bowl in front of him and take a sip with Bidegla.

The wine was good, it made people savor it, but drinking it, it probably meant losing several thousand dollars.

"The food is ready." At this point, Mrs. Betsy had already finished cooking the first dish and brought it over.

The food was just ordinary home-cooked dishes, looking greasy. Bidegla's appetite was stirred, since he had been eating mostly delicacies since moving into the villa, so he truly missed these home-cooked dishes.

Isn't there a saying that goes, "Drink wine and eat meat heartily, this is the real life, elegance is just there to deceive people."

"Mrs. Betsy, try a sip of this wine." At this point, Mordhadi spoke, grabbing the middle-aged woman.

"Well... Is that appropriate?" Mrs. Betsy had already smelled the unusual fragrance of the wine, knowing that what they were drinking was probably not cheap, so she naturally felt a little embarrassed.

"There's nothing wrong with it. When I was at my lowest, you gave me food to eat. If it weren't for you, I might have starved to death on the streets by now. I don't think my brother would mind," Mordhadi said.

"Yeah, Mrs. Betsy, this wine is just a cheap bottle worth a few dozen dollars. Just think of it as drinking water," Bidegla chimed in, laughing.

"Alright then." Unable to resist the two of them, Mrs. Betsy picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

The wine was definitely good, so after taking a sip, Mrs. Betsy immediately put down the bowl and turned her curious gaze to Bidegla.

She had some knowledge of wine from running her shop, so as soon as she tasted the wine, she knew that it was definitely not what Bidegla had described. This was a precious red wine.

"Please start eating, I'll see if the other dishes are ready." With that, Mrs. Betsy went in the direction of the kitchen.

"Brother, do you hold her in special gratitude?" Bidegla inquired.

"Yes, the lady is not only kind-hearted, but also a person worthy of respect," Mordhadi replied, his face showing a nostalgic expression.

"Oh, how so?"

"The lady's husband passed away from illness in his early years, leaving her with two children. She, as a virtuous woman, single-handedly supported this small shop, while also caring for her two children. Truly admirable," Mordhadi spoke, his face genuinely showing admiration.

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"I never thought there could be such a strong woman in this world," Bidegla also expressed some admiration.

"Old lady, get out of here!" Almost as soon as Bidegla's voice fell, a loud yelling voice suddenly came from outside the shop, sounding very arrogant.

"Heh, it's Yellow-Haired Brother," upon hearing the voice from outside, Betsy quickly ran out of the kitchen, with a somewhat apologetic look on her face.

"Don't try to associate with me here, I am not your brother. Have you gathered the protection money I asked for the other day?" This yellow-haired youth spoke with a very arrogant tone.

Upon hearing his words, the onlookers around also dispersed, seeming to be very afraid of this Yellow-Haired Brother.

"Yellow-Haired Brother, wasn't the protection fee always a thousand before? Why is it two thousand this time?" Betsy spoke, her face showing a troubled expression.

Running this shop here, she had to pay protection money to this person named Yellow-Haired Brother every month. It sounded nice to call it protection money, but in reality, it was extortion.

However, due to the power of this Yellow-Haired Brother, the people here dared not speak out, and the threat was deeply ingrained.

"Stop the nonsense, I said two thousand, so it's two thousand. If you can't come up with the money today, then there's no need for you to keep this shop open. I, Yellow-Haired Brother, am a man of my word," the yellow-haired brother said, raising his eyebrows, and then one of his henchmen behind him immediately shouted, "Yellow-Haired Brother has taken your money, and will naturally ensure that you can run your shop here properly. This is giving you face."

"You..." Seeing these ruffians in front of her, Betsy was so distressed that she was about to cry. Running this shop here, her monthly income was only a little over two thousand, barely enough to cover her living expenses for herself and her two children. If they took it all, how could she survive?

"Stop the nonsense, just tell me whether you will give the money or not," seeing Betsy in this state, the Yellow-Haired Brother also arrogantly shouted.

"Slap!"

A crisp slap sound rang out, and Betsy was actually knocked to the ground with a single slap from this Yellow-Haired Brother.

"Old lady, I am collecting your money out of respect for you, don't push your luck," the Yellow-Haired Brother shouted loudly, his arrogance unmatched.

"Damn it," seeing this scene, not only Bidegla couldn't help it, but Mordhadi also stood up at this moment and rushed out of the restaurant.

"You guys, stop it," Mordhadi shouted, then helped Betsy up from the ground. At this moment, almost half of Betsy's face was swollen, enough to imagine how ruthless this Yellow-Haired Brother had been.

Even a virtuous woman like her is not spared, it's simply inhumane.

"Well, well, I didn't expect you to have help," the Yellow-Haired Brother glanced at Betsy, then looked at the frail Mordhadi, saying, "If you want me to stop, hand over two thousand, and I'll leave immediately."

"You..." Upon hearing his words, Mordhadi was obviously very angry. It's broad daylight, and here he is extorting money. Does he have no regard for the law anymore?

"Brother, there's no need to be provoked by such trash. Let me handle this," Bidegla said, grabbing Mordhadi's shoulder before walking out.

When the driver arrived, he mentioned that there were robberies happening even in broad daylight. Bidegla was initially skeptical, but now he has witnessed it firsthand.

Several men, instead of working hard, are extorting protection money here. Such scum does not deserve politeness.

Some people are not open to reason. If they want to play tough, you have to be even tougher than them. While violence is not encouraged in this era, sometimes this approach is more effective.

"Who do you think you are?" Bidegla glanced at him, but the man with the blond hair completely disregarded him.

"Give me one more reason," Bidegla said with a hint of a smile, appearing harmless.

"You're asking for trouble." The blond man was furious at being spoken to this way. He considered himself the boss here and felt his pride was wounded by Bidegla's words. He raised his fist to strike Bidegla, but before the blow landed, he felt as if his fist had hit a solid wall.

A bone-cracking sound was heard as Bidegla applied a little force, and the blond man's wrist was promptly broken.

It was impossible for such trash to harm him.

"Ahh!" With his wrist shattered, the blond man let out a pig-like scream and then shouted at his henchmen, "What are you waiting for? Finish him off!"

The henchmen wasted no time and charged at Bidegla. But with their amateur skills, they were no match for Bidegla.

Like punching bags, the menacing men were swiftly knocked down by Bidegla. Their cries of pain echoed throughout the area.

"You're the one with the blond hair, right?" Bidegla asked, lifting the blond man off the ground. The more than 100 kg man was like a helpless chick in Bidegla's hands, illustrating his astonishing strength.

"Let me go!" the blond man screamed, feeling panicked.

He could see that the young man in front of him was not someone they could confront. Even real gang members would not be as terrifying as this.

"I'll let you go if you apologize to Betsy, otherwise, I'll snap your neck," Bidegla said coldly, almost choking the blond man with his grip.

"I apologize, I'll apologize right away," the blond man, feeling the threat of death, almost wet his pants, screaming loudly.

"Get lost," Bidegla said, tossing the blond man to the ground without a second glance.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not human," the blond man crawled on the ground, grabbing Betsy's pants, looking pitiful with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Is this...?" Betsy was surprised by the scene and turned her gaze to Bidegla.

"Alright, get out of here. Don't let me catch you again, or else I'll kill you!" Bidegla's voice was chilling as he spoke.

"Yes, yes, I won't dare come back," the blond man said, relieved, scrambling to his feet.

"Hmph, just you wait. If I don't finish you off today, I won't call myself blond," the man spat out a threat before leaving.