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!

Johnny revealed his identity, everyone went ballistic and looked at

God! It’s one of the Four

Johnny of the Southern

here in South City! Something

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

in the underworld, their dream was to join the legendary Southern

religion and was an

short, they considered it

it was also

offended the Southern Union would be hunted

even if one fled

Kings of the Southern Union, Johnny,

his face tattooed

there was an air of

the body of

changed the topic,

Johnny’s master?

Cooke

Grover’s disciple’s body?

same haughty person, Jacky, from a

one of the Southern

trouble as it