Scarface Louie scrambled forward and bowed respectfully to Wendell. “I’m a security guard here and I was just teaching a troublemaking brat a lesson. It was very careless of me to have disturbed you and your bosses. Please accept my apologies…” Louie said with a subservient attitude.

“Haha!” Wendell glanced at Louie’s dislocated shoulder before snorting. “Are you sure you were the one teaching him a lesson? It looks like you got your arm ripped off instead!”

“That’s…” Louie’s expression turned grim, and then he spat, “That guy’s got some moves, Mr. Martin. If you hadn’t come out just now, I would have gathered a bunch of guys together to take him on!”

Wendell became intrigued. “I’ve heard about the notorious Scarface Louie before. Are you telling me that you’ve just met an opponent you couldn’t defeat?”

He turned around to take a look at Kingsley as he said, “I’m curious to know who gave Scarface Louie a good beating…”

Suddenly, Wendell froze halfway through his sentence.

W-Why does this guy look so familiar? I’ve seen him somewhere before…

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Wendell stared at Kingsley for ten whole seconds without being able to utter a single word. He recognized Kingsley!

Wendell had attended William’s funeral service as well, but he did not have the privilege to come forward and pay his respects. He was simply one among the crowd who stood behind Baron.

On that day, he had witnessed how Kingsley shot down Sergio and smashed William’s casket to smithereens.

had haunted him

now was enough

his wits. Wendell swore to himself that if he ever ran into Kingsley on the streets, he

than to go

piped up

was stiff and it looked like his soul had been

Louie mustered up the courage

of his daze and stared at Kingsley in fear.

“Mr. Martin, please go ahead and rest. I’ll get rid of him at once, and I promise that he won’t be disrupting your bosses’ recovery

Wendell heard what Louie said, he felt a jolt down

Smack!

Louie right across his

was stricken with

over here, then they would not be getting off with just an injury or two. Chances are,

face in utter confusion. He had no clue why he was slapped

the first slap was because he had spoken out of turn, there was still no reason to give

“M-Mr. Martin…”

to Wendell,

f*ck up! Stop f*cking

Wendell, Kingsley was just like the devil who

to catch

over and over again.

absolute shock

no idea what he

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