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.

manager of The Abyss came out to welcome them personally, immediately greeting them respectfully. He recognized these

need you to do two things. First, get your boss out here. We’re reserving the entire place tonight, and I don’t want anyone else coming in. Two, kick out all those who

Silas did not even bother to

club, the staff of The Abyss would scramble to comply

the manager

to arrange that for you and your friends tonight,” the

What’s the matter?” Melvin demanded as

way, it was akin to being

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 manager apologized in a low voice because he did

was fully booked by someone else, he immediately flew into a

door of the club forcefully, making a loud crash. “Do I look like I’m broke and

need

– we don’t care who reserved the place tonight. Kick him out and tell him to get lost!

sirs, but we really can’t do that! The other party already booked the club in

the air. In a flash, the

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

sent the manager crashing onto the ground

you know 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 if you’re planning on offending him,” Channing said while