The group stopped and watched Arthur head into the alleyway, with John and Charles following. There was no need to worry about Dorothea and the others.
As the three gradually moved further away, John slowly approached Arthur, whispering,
"Oh, sh*t!, Arthur, where did Dutch meet these... these ladies? Sh*t!, you have no idea how embarrassed I was just now!"
"Me too," Charles also whispered from the side.
Especially feeling the gazes of several pairs of eyes behind them, both men felt a tingling sensation on their backs.
"Mm."
Arthur also sighed, lamenting, "Oh, Dutch always has his own way of meeting strange people. We've only met these ladies twice, actually."
"Alright, John, Charles, stop talking. Brace yourselves. We might have to fight if the talks don't go well later."
Arthur and the two calmly walked towards the corner of the alley.
There, three men and three children stood, completely unconcerned about being exposed, observing Dutch and the others.
Their postures were exceptionally relaxed, even arrogant, clearly not putting Dutch and his group in their eyes at all.
This was actually normal, because Bronte was indeed one of Saint Denis's underground kingpins. In times without conflict of interest, even the large families would give him some face, as, to be honest, they all had some dealings with him.
However, this time, the interests of Dorothea and the other ladies were truly infringed upon.
Watching Arthur and the two walk towards them, the three men standing at the alley entrance, with guns in hand, swayed them as they smiled and approached.
"Hoo hoo hoo, gentlemen, please stop. Who gave you the guts to go against Mr. Bronte?"
The leading man with a Little Mustache smiled and pointed his gun at Arthur and the two. The three children behind them followed suit, aiming their guns at Arthur and the others.
"Woah woah woah, gentlemen, guns aren't something to be played with casually," Arthur said nonchalantly, one hand already on his holster.
John and Charles, even more directly, raised their guns and aimed them at the three, clearly indicating that any movement from them would immediately spark a shootout.
"Guns aren't to be played with casually, so why did you casually draw your guns and shoot our men?! Huh? Mister!" The Little Mustache's emotions grew agitated as he spoke, even his gun-holding hand trembling slightly.
However, the next moment.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
Almost instantly, six gunshots rang out.
Accompanying the six gunshots and a series of screams, the revolvers in the hands of the six people were directly shot down.
"It seems I don't like listening to you talk anymore." Arthur looked at the six people, who were startled and even starting to show fear, and raised his hand to put his gun back into its holster.
Then he moved forward, grabbed the Little Mustache by the collar, and with both hands, lifted him up and slammed him against the wall behind him.
The other five were surrounded by Charles and John from both sides, guns pointed at them, daring not to move at all.
Sweat was already running down the Little Mustache's face; he was so panicked he almost wet his pants.
Damn it, when had these gang members ever seen such powerful marksmanship? Damn it, these three men alone were enough to completely wipe out all of Bronte's subordinates!
Damn it, what kind of monsters are these?
Before his thoughts finished, his head was slammed hard against the wall by Arthur, making a dull 'thud' sound that made the Little Mustache wince in pain, but he dared not utter any sound of dissatisfaction.
"Mister, Mister~~~" His pleading voice trembled, but it was of no use.
"Slap!" Arthur slapped him, then said in a deep voice:
"Listen, fella. We are accompanying four respected ladies shopping. If these four respected ladies weren't here, you'd be dead by now!
But, if you dare to provoke us again, I will kill you, and then apologize to these four ladies. I don't think Bronte would dare to anger the families of these four ladies for your sake!"
"Oh~~ I~~ I'm wrong, Mister, we're wrong, Mister, please don't kill us, please don't kill us! We won't bother you again..." The Little Mustache's face turned pale with fright.
This burly man, like a wild bull, had lifted him against the wall, making him have no doubt that this man could easily kill him with his bare hands.
Arthur put the lifted Little Mustache back down, then put an arm around his shoulder, and warned in a low voice again: "Just now, Lady Dorothea Wicklow asked me to tell you that if you dare to lift another finger, then Mr. Bronte's business can be considered finished! I think your lives won't be easy then. You figure it out."
"Oh, Mister, I was wrong, I was really wrong! We won't bother you again, we won't bother you again!" The Little Mustache was scared before, but now he was even more terrified, his face pale, his body trembling, and he was almost urinating.
He didn't know Dorothea, but he knew the Wicklow Family (Dorothea usually gave speeches in the square near the rich district; these people only dared to appear in the slum and civilian areas, so it was normal that he didn't know her).
At this moment, he realized who they had provoked. If Mr. Bronte found out they had provoked someone from the Wicklow Family, then they would probably all end up in Mr. Bronte's villa fish pond tonight, as fish food.
"I accept your apology." Arthur patted his shoulder, then called out to Charles and John, and the three returned to where Dutch and the others were.
The Little Mustache and his men slinked away from the place, not even daring to report this incident to Dutch and the others.
Otherwise, Dutch and the others might not have problems, but they would definitely be sinking in the fish pond.