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!

his identity, everyone went ballistic and looked at him in

It’s one of the Four Kings

really Johnny of the Southern Union.

really here in South City! Something

uproar. When everyone heard that it was the Southern

underworld, their dream was to join the legendary

good as their religion and was an achievement that

they considered it their Holy

it was also the

Union

escape even if one fled to the ends of

it was an unbelievable sight that one of the legendary Four Kings of

fact, some even had his face tattooed on

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

to look for the body of my master’s disciple, Jacky

changed the topic, everyone was

Johnny’s master?

that Grover Cooke

Grover’s disciple’s body?

thought of the same haughty person, Jacky,

actually one of the Southern

means big trouble as it now involves the Southern