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.

welcome them personally, immediately greeting them

boss out here. We’re

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

of The Abyss

manager actually

and your friends tonight,” the manager said carefully, feeling backed into a

matter?” Melvin demanded as

get his way, it was akin to being humiliated in

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 not want to offend the various

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

kicked the door of the club forcefully, making a loud crash. “Do I look

out of here! We don’t need

you – we don’t 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 us if things

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

then, a ringing slap resounded through the air. In a flash, the manager held his face

our rules. Now get your

add insult to injury, Silas sent the manager crashing onto

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