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.

immediately greeting them respectfully. He recognized these rich heirs as

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 the entire place tonight, and

bother to pretend to be respectful as he roared, “Get going,

staff of The Abyss would scramble to comply with their orders

manager

and your friends tonight,” the manager said

What’s the matter?” Melvin demanded as his

did not get his way, it was akin to being humiliated

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

when Melvin heard that the club was fully booked by someone else, he immediately flew into

“Do I look like I’m broke and need you to waive my

We don’t need your charity!” The other

and tell him to get lost! We’re booking The Abyss today. You better do it now,

sirs, but we really can’t do that! The other party already booked the club in advance. We have to follow procedure,” the manager said helplessly,

a flash,

our rules. Now get your boss out here

add insult to injury, Silas sent the manager crashing onto the

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 if you’re planning on