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!

identity, everyone went ballistic and looked at

of the Four Kings of

of the Southern Union. This is

here in South City!

everyone heard that it was the Southern Union, they

gangsters in the underworld, their dream was

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

they considered it their

was also the most frightening

offended the Southern Union would be hunted down and

be no escape even if one fled to the

was an unbelievable sight that one of the legendary Four Kings of the Southern Union, Johnny, was standing

some even had his face tattooed on

courageous and battle-hardened, there was an air of

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

the topic,

Johnny’s master?

that Grover Cooke of

Grover’s disciple’s body?

thought of the same haughty person,

of the Southern

big trouble as it