In no time at all, over a dozen vans came to a screeching halt outside the mansion, and members of two different factions quickly assembled.

On one hand were men in black, while the other were wearing an assortment of colors and sported ridiculous hairstyles-obviously common street thugs.

"Who laid a finger on my darling Jackie?!" a woman bellowed as she got out of a luxurious car just then.

She wore a diamond-encrusted black dress under her leopard skin patterned vest. However, she was so morbidly obese that she looked no different from a hippo, and any normal person would feel at once uncomfortable at the way her clothes were strained because of her size.

On the other hand, the leader of the street sported a ridiculous haircut just like his men and was brandishing a metal bat while yapping, "Who laid a finger on our manager?"

"It was him!" Jackie exclaimed as he hurried to receive them before pointing at Frank, who was sitting nonchalantly in the distance.

He was certainly delighted to see Plum and Scorpion coming so quickly and bringing so many goons.

"Hmm...?"

studying Frank-he was not at all handsome, but there was an air to

he seemed to appear split

fact, the more Plum looked, the more

and

his metal bat just inches away from Frank's face, he barked, "You brat! So you were the one who hit our manager? You're quite the cocky little shit... No one in Norsedam gets away

happens to people who threaten me?" Frank growled as he looked up slowly

spilled away from him just then left Scorpion flinching, even though he was a seasoned gangster, and he could

Frank snorted coolly. "Unseemly, every

his face as he snapped, "You

here in

the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on

heard him-on your knees, lick his

his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat. The wedding

prostrating

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