Smack!
A crisp, clean slap landed square on Big Tank’s face, leaving him dazed.
What, you just like being someone’s lapdog? Always calling someone 'master'? That punk is nothing but a snot-nosed brat!
Damn it, I already got played by him back at SK Bar. I haven’t even settled that score yet!
Sunny Zhou cursed under his breath.
At the side, a woman in a bright red dress—Sister Hong—smiled slightly at Big Tank and spoke gently: "Big Tank, listen to me. The situation is clear now. The one you’re counting on will never make it through alive."
Back when you were working security for me, I could tell you weren’t a bad guy—just a little too stubborn sometimes.
Sister Hong tried to persuade him earnestly. She was the actual boss of SK Bar, now sitting beside Frank Lewis, helping convince Big Tank to give in.
Big Tank clenched his teeth and looked at Victor Yu, who was standing off to the side, smoking and shrugging like he didn’t care. "Don’t look at me," Victor said. "I’m just here as Imperial Grand’s witness."
Whoever ends up with Barry Shaw’s turf, it’s got nothing to do with me. Big Tank, you used to work for me, but now—not anymore.
Victor Yu was clearly just here to watch the show.
Honestly, Frank Lewis’s skills were terrifying—even more ruthless than that Tiger who challenged the club before.
Victor Yu had asked Evan Lin to take out Tiger before, but now, seeing Frank Lewis’s moves, even he wasn’t sure if Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lin could handle Frank.
Come to think of it, it really had been a long time since they’d seen each other.
Victor Yu puffed on his cigarette. Representing Imperial Grand, no one would dare lay a hand on him.
Make your choice. There are over five hundred people blocking the door—do you really think that kid can break through?
Even if he could, to me he’s just an ant I could crush without a second thought.
Frank Lewis smiled, then slammed his palm down on the solid rosewood table in front of him.
The sturdy table instantly shattered under Frank Lewis’s palm, splintering into pieces and clattering to the floor.
Big Tank’s face went pale at the sight.
That table was as tough as steel!
I’m already at mid-stage Inner Strength. Do you even know what that means?" Frank Lewis looked at Big Tank, his face full of pride.
Big Tank shook his head.
To put it simply, if I hit you with full force, I’d shatter every ounce of fat on your body.
Frank Lewis gave a cold, mocking smile.
Frank, I’ll go check things out. Maybe I can score something if I’m lucky!" Sunny Zhou said, restless.
With a five-million-yuan bounty on someone’s head, this deal was just too good to pass up.
He had only ever been a small-time bar manager before. If he could grab something good in the chaos, life would be sweet from now on.
Thinking this, Sunny Zhou hurried out of the room and headed downstairs.
He grabbed a long knife from the side, slung it over his shoulder, and strode outside.