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

It’s one of the Four Kings of

really Johnny of the Southern Union. This

here in South City! Something big must

heard that it was

gangsters in the underworld, their dream was

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

they considered it their Holy

the same time, it was also the most frightening of

Union would be hunted down

even if one fled to the ends

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

even had his face tattooed on their

and battle-hardened, there was an air

for the body of my master’s disciple, Jacky

Johnny changed the topic, everyone

Johnny’s master?

Grover Cooke of the Southern

Grover’s disciple’s body?

haughty

actually one of the Southern

trouble as it now involves