Baron chuckled. “So I opened up a bar, and all the workers there are men. Most of our customers are boxers, but we also get dominatrixes too.”

Kenzo and his lackeys looked like dead people. They knew that Kingsley was going to make them work as gigolos. Kenzo shuddered, and he pleaded, “No, no! I don’t want to… I don’t want to…” The mere sight of those burly men was already enough to make him faint. If he had to serve them for a whole night, he would be sent to the ER.

His lackeys were also trembling like they were electrocuted.

Baron snickered. “Don’t be scared. It’s a legit bar. Well, a few guys die every month, but it’s because they were too weak.” He rubbed his chin and looked at Kenzo. “Guys like you can hang on for about three to five years.”

“No! I don’t want to be a gigolo!” Kenzo crawled over to Kingsley and held his leg. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nicholson! Please, have mercy on me! I won’t victimize anyone ever again!”

Kingsley looked at him coldly. “I thought you said you’d do this if you were a woman? Now you’ll have the chance to make easy money.”

crying. “I’m

to me. In your words, I’m doing this for your own good. I’m showing you a way to get rich.”

a lot of customers, and the strongest

when they heard

his lackeys into the vans and whispered, “Boss, I don’t mind dealing with these guys, but Xanxus has about the same level of power as I do. If he finds out what I did to

that old git ever tries to attack you, you come to me.

Kingsley’s guarantee was like a perfect shield for him. If Xanxus ever tried to infiltrate Cleapolis, Baron would make sure he never came out of it

taken away, Kingsley beckoned to

respectfully. “M-Mr. Nicholson.” He had watched the whole thing

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