Benson Dragon could never have dreamed that in the small Gonzalez City,
he would suffer two slaps within an hour.
"You dare to hit me?" His gaze was icy, the words almost squeezed from between his teeth.
"Heh!"
Lucan Davenport snorted lightly, looking at his brothers behind him with a hint of mockery, "Guys, this kid actually seems dissatisfied? Does he really not know that our Cook Family is about to rise in Gonzalez City!"
"Haha! Boss, this is just a metal dimwit, should we brothers help you teach him a lesson?"
"You little brat, don't even recognize Bran Cook? You must be blind!"
"Get him!"
The employees behind them all showed eagerness, rubbing their hands together, ready to jump into action.
"Bran Cook?" Benson Dragon's face darkened, his tone exceedingly cold, "Now, kneel and apologize, or I will kill your entire family!"
