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!

everyone went ballistic and

God! It’s one of the Four Kings of

really Johnny of the Southern Union. This is

here in South City! Something big

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

dream was to join the legendary Southern

as their religion and was an achievement that would

short, they considered it their

same time, it was also the most

who offended the Southern Union would be hunted down

no escape even if one fled

Kings of the Southern Union, Johnny, was

had his

courageous and battle-hardened, there was an air of

look for the body of my master’s

Johnny changed the topic, everyone

Johnny’s master?

Cooke of

Grover’s disciple’s body?

everyone thought of the same haughty person, Jacky,

of

means big trouble as it now involves the Southern