Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

The tattooed man was none other than Max. He glanced at Mike and found that the latter looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him.

However, instead of caring about that, he snarled, “What are you guys waiting for? Hurry up and get things done!”

Just then, the driver who headed the others looked back and explained in a grim tone, “Mr. Mussolini, we have arrived long ago, but these people beat us up right away and stopped us from doing our stuff. They even said that the wedding today was canceled. What’s more, they made impertinent remarks about Mr. Larson!”

Mike was stunned. He stammered, “A-Are you guys working for Mr. Mussolini?”

Max was enraged, though. Slamming the car door shut right away, he strode up to Mike threateningly and growled, “F*ck, who the hell was so bold as to make impertinent remarks about Mr. Larson?”

Seeing that Max walked up to him, Mike trembled out of fright. He said tremblingly, “Mr. Mussolini, t-this was all a misunderstanding. I-I didn’t know that you were involved in this matter. I-I’m sorry, Mr. Mussolini. Please give me a chance—”

However, Max slapped Mike across the face before the latter could finish his sentence. “Step aside! Who do you think you are? And how dare you ask me to give you another chance! F*ck, I didn’t want to get angry today for the wedding’s sake, yet you wanted to make me angry, didn’t you? You even had the audacity to insult Mr. Larson, so how am I going to explain myself to him if I don’t teach you a lesson today? Everyone, beat up these b*stards today, and don’t let any one of them escape! I’ll have it out with you guys if any of them can still stand up today!”

didn’t dare to hesitate, of course; they hurried over and

time and was stupefied at the sight of the situation. He asked in a

exactly

“Mr. Mussolini? Who are

a well-known figure in Eastcliff; even my dad has

for Mike when it came to gangs. Who would have thought that he would

and even quietly stepped back to try to

had barely walked a few steps before Max’s

I-I have nothing to do

who told me to come, you old brute! Mr. Mussolini, I really have nothing to do with this. I don’t even know what is going on. This old man told me to come here