The Protector

“What do you want?” The moment the guard at the entrance asked, two lightning-fast slashes made quick work of him.

After that, Johnny and his men entered the club.

Inside, the club was as lively as usual.

Johnny went straight to the club’s DJ booth, turned down the music, and switched on all the lights.

Every corner of the club was illuminated as if it was broad daylight.

At that moment, the hundreds of patrons in the club stopped dancing and turned to stare at the DJ booth.

The atmosphere became boisterous as the club’s staff rushed towards the booth.

Picking up the mic, Johnny instructed, “Silence! I have something to say.”

Upon his orders, everyone kept quiet and gave him their attention.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Johnny Lawrence.”

“Huh? Johnny Lawrence? That name sounds familiar.”

“That’s right, where did I hear it before?”

Everyone in the club felt the name sounded familiar.

Johnny continued, “I am from the Southern Union and a subordinate of Grover Cooke.”

Boom!

went ballistic and looked at him

God! It’s one of the Four

the Southern Union.

here in South City! Something big must have

uproar. When everyone heard that it was the Southern Union, they were filled with

gangsters in the underworld, their dream

it was as good as their religion and was an achievement that would bring honor

considered it their

time, it was also the most

the Southern Union would

be no escape even if one fled to the ends

one of the legendary Four Kings of

his

there was

the

moment Johnny changed the

Johnny’s master?

Grover Cooke of the Southern

Grover’s disciple’s body?

everyone thought of the same haughty

actually one of the Southern

it now involves