Scarface Louie's face contorted in terrible pain, and a large amount of sweat trickled down from his forehead in an instant.

"What are you trying to say?"

Kingsley squeezed Scarface Louie’s arm and asked coldly, "Do you want to apologize or not?"

Scarface Louie screamed in pain again. He twisted his neck back, glared at Kingsley, and gritted his teeth. "D*mn it. How can I, a big and tall man, apologize to an old geezer? Even if you kill me, I will never apologize."

"You do have a backbone, but you’re using it in the wrong time and place. Also, do you really think I dare not kill you?" Kingsley said indifferently.

Scarface Louie laughed loudly. "Hahaha, you're a stinky brat. So what if you're good at it? You won’t dare to kill anyone even if I lend you my courage."

"Really?" Kingsley's tone was still cold, but his fingers were constantly exerting strength. "Unfortunately, you're out of luck. One of the things I'm good at is killing people."

While speaking, his fingers deeply dug into Scarface Louie's joints.

"Ah!"

Scarface Louie's voice changed from the extreme pain. His cry was like the wailing of the evil spirits in hell. He raised his head with great effort and roared at his frightened subordinates, "What the hell are you all doing? Why aren’t you guys beating him up?"

Hearing that, Zayne also suddenly came back from his senses. His face was pale, and he frantically waved his arms and shouted loudly, "Yeah! You guys f*cking come and hit him! Did I pay you money to hire you to watch the fun?"

He was so frightened because he did not expect that Kingsley's seemingly thin body would have such a powerful explosive force. Even Scarface Louie was not his opponent. The only plan for now was to use underhand tactics.

When Scarface Louie's subordinates heard that both their boss and Zayne had spoken, they all swallowed and rushed over with electric batons.

Seeing that, Kingsley pushed his arm hard and threw Scarface Louie out like a bowling ball.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Scarface Louie smashed against the first few young men who were rushing toward them to the ground.

All of a sudden, there were wails of pain, so the others stopped to help Scarface Louie and their fallen comrades.

Scarface Louie roared in a heart-wrenching manner, "Don't f*cking care about me! Get the kid first!"

His voice just fell when a loud bang sounded.

The door of the treatment room next to them was kicked open by someone.

A big man with tattoos all over his body walked out of it and shouted loudly, "What the hell are you doing? My friend was injured and is being bandaged here, and I’ve been listening to all of you wailing and screaming out here. Will you just not let him rest in peace?"

Scarface Louie supported his arm and got up from the ground, then said unhappily, "Hey, where did you come from? I, Scarface Louie, am doing business here. If you don't want to die, hide your f*cking self away."

"Scarface Louie?"

The tattooed man snorted coldly and strode forward.

Slap!

He slapped Scarface Louie in the face and bellowed, "F*ck! The disciple of Terry 'Tiger' Wharton dares to talk back at me?"

Scarface Louie was slightly startled by the slap. "Y-You know my boss?"

"Hehe, since when can Tiger Wharton be considered a boss?"

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