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

really Johnny of the Southern Union. This is

South City! Something big must

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

in the underworld, their dream was to

and was an achievement that would bring honor

short, they considered it their

same time, it was also the most frightening

offended the Southern Union would be hunted down

even if one fled

the legendary Four Kings of the Southern Union, Johnny, was standing before them

had his face

and battle-hardened, there was

for the body of my master’s disciple,

the

Johnny’s master?

Cooke

Grover’s disciple’s body?

thought of the same haughty person, Jacky, from a

actually one of the

it now involves the