The Protector

Levi was both agreeable and approachable, setting all of them at ease.

It was no wonder that Jesse Nielsen, the leader of North Hampton, just told them to treat the God of War as they would any other normal young man.

Even the boss of The Abyss, Orion Sinclair, followed behind them in awe.

He was genuinely both excited and on edge at the same time. These were definitely the biggest shots his club had welcomed ever since he started operating it.

These people arrived in a group of more than twenty. Even the God of War was here, a fact that still made Orion rub his eyes in disbelief.

Outside The Abyss, Derek faced a dilemma.

“So, they entered the club. Aren’t you and your men supposed to be the heavy hitters of South City? Just surround this place and force them out, now!” Timothy said coldly, lighting up a cigarette.

“At once, Mr. Caesar,” Derek said hastily. “Watch this!”

At this moment, Channing, Melvin, and the other rich heirs just laughed unkindly.

Then, they approached the entrance of The Abyss.

Abyss came out to welcome them personally, immediately greeting them respectfully. He recognized these rich heirs as regulars at The

took a look into the interior of the club. “I need you to do two things. First, get your boss out here. We’re reserving

to that, Silas did not even bother to pretend to be respectful

visited the club, the staff of The Abyss would

manager actually

that for you and your friends tonight,” the manager said carefully, feeling

the matter?” Melvin demanded as his expression changed

it was akin

booked The Abyss today, Mr. Jacobs. I’m sorry, but you didn’t notify us earlier, so our hands are tied. The only thing we can offer you now is a waive on you and your friends’ bill the next time you come to our club,” the

club was fully booked by someone

crash. “Do I look like I’m broke

get out of here! We don’t need your charity!” The other rich

care who reserved the place tonight. Kick him out and tell him to get lost! We’re booking The Abyss today. You better do it now, or don’t blame

but we really can’t do that! The other party already booked the club in advance. We have

a flash, the manager held his face in shock

In South City, you play by our rules. Now get your boss out here

sent the manager crashing onto the ground with a

who that is? That’s Mr. Caesar, the oldest son of the Caesar family, the quasi-royal clan of South Hampton! I’m interested to see how you’re going to continue operating your club