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 looked at him in

of the Four Kings of the Southern

Johnny of the Southern Union. This

is really here in South

an uproar. When everyone heard that it

their dream was to

was as good as their religion and was an achievement that would

they considered it

same time, it was also the most

offended the Southern Union would be

even if one fled to the ends of the

one of the legendary Four Kings of the Southern Union, Johnny, was standing before them as many of them worshipped

fact, some even had his face tattooed

was courageous and battle-hardened, there was an air of

I’m here to look for the body of my master’s disciple,

moment Johnny changed the topic, everyone

Johnny’s master?

Grover Cooke of the Southern

Grover’s disciple’s body?

everyone thought of the same haughty person, Jacky,

of the

big trouble as it now involves