"No, no, there, it's just that…"
Just as the bold underling was trying to explain himself, Johnson did not give him any chance to do so.
He sprung into action and struck the underling's head with a palm, with the speed of lightning beyond the ear's reach.
Accompanied by a smack, the underling's head burst open like a watermelon hitting the ground, and he immediately fell to the floor.
"This place used to be managed by Beyoncé."
"But now, listen up, everyone, the leader is me now."
"I don't want to see another fool like Louis; I am very angry about this, do you all understand?"
Johnson said fiercely, with a grimacing face, sweeping his eyes over all the guards in the vicinity.
"Understood, Lord Johnson!"
All the guards present were shocked by his ruthless method and couldn't help but lower their heads, trembling as they answered.
