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.”

Kenzo was almost going to pass out from crying. “I’m sorry.

for your own good. I’m showing you a way to get rich.” He then kicked Kenzo away and told Baron, “You’ll handle these guys. Get what I

a lot of

heard him. Their souls

to stuff Kenzo and his lackeys into the vans and whispered, “Boss, I don’t mind dealing with these guys, but Xanxus has about the same

“If that old git ever tries to attack

felt like jumping in delight. Kingsley’s guarantee was like a perfect shield for him. If Xanxus ever tried to infiltrate Cleapolis, Baron would make sure he

taken away, Kingsley beckoned to Leoric. “Come

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

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