Mike assumed an aggressive stance, his eyes sharp. With his tall, buff bo
dy, he did look rather threatening. The girls standing behind him stared
at him with sparkling eyes; their hearts pounding.
What young woman wasn't a romantic at heart? They had fantasized about
being a damsel in distress saved by prince charming more than once.
"Punk, do you know who the fuck I am? How dare you stick your nose in my
business?!" The man in the suit cupped his bleeding head, his eyes dark.
"I don't care who you are. If you don't kneel and apologize today, don't
blame me if I shatter your legs!" Mike waved his bat.
"That's right, apologize!" his group of buddies crowed. Boys at their age
naturally had no fear.
"Great! A group of prepubescent boys dares behave so arrogantly in front
of me? Just you wait!" the man spat harshly as he attempted to slip away.
"Fuck, who said you could go?" Furious, Mike swung the bat at the man's l
egs. The latter stumbled and almost crashed to the floor. "Boys, get him!
"
Seeing the leader of their pack get physical, the other boys picked up th
eir bats, ready to start swinging.
"Don't fight!" Edmund quickly stood in front of them. He said placatingly
, "You're all still in school, so don't make this a big issue. Just let i
t go."
"Who are you?" Mike frowned.
"Mike, that's Abigail's father," the short–
haired girl said with a scornful and disdainful laugh.
Abigail lowered her head in shame. It was really embarrassing to have suc
h a weak dad.
"So you're Uncle Robinson. In that case, for your sake, I'll let them off
," Mike said, acting magnanimous. Although he looked down on people like
that, since he was Abigail's father, he still had to show him some respec
t.
"Thank you." Edmund beamed.
"What are you still standing there for? Get lost!" Mike roared at the man
.
"Hmph, if you have what it takes, then don't run off!" The man in the sui
t gritted his teeth before leaving with his two lackeys.
"Mike, are you going
to let them off just like that? What if they get backup and come back for
payback?" the girl with short hair suddenly asked.
"Payback? Do they dare?" Mike laughed with confidence. "Do you know whose
territory this is? I'm not afraid to tell you that this place belongs to
Lord Horst of the Flame Dragon Gang! Anyone who causes trouble here has
a death wish!"
"Lord Horst of the Flame Dragon Gang?!"
Everyone's expressions changed.
The Flame Dragon Gang were tyrants in this area. No one dared to get on t
heir bad side. As the assistant leader, Lord Horst held a frightening amo
unt of power. He even had connections to several wealthy families. If one
angered him, they would die an unpredictable death.
"Don't be nervous. My father has a close relationship with Lord Horst. In
this area, no one has dared to pick a fight with me yet!" Mike boasted.
"As expected of Mike! I never thought he would even know the Lord Horst.
It's impressive."
"Of course! With Mike's protection, no one would dare touch us."
Everyone began to lavish praises on him. The girls especially developed a
deeper sense of adoration for him.
Mike was delighted. He enjoyed having everyone's eyes on him and the feel
ing of being admired. However, he soon realized something was amiss.
There was one person who'd kept a straight face throughout the entire ord
eal, not showing him any respect. "And who are you?"