Frank wobbled up to Tuck, remaining impassive as he growled, "I warned you, but you wouldn't listen.

You can't blame me for that."

"He hit Tuck! Go!"

Tuck's two thug friends promptly picked up empty bottles off the table as well. However, Frank had already smashed both their heads with each one bottle, leaving them dropping limply to the floor, their heads cracked and bleeding.

Even as one of them clutched his face and blood streamed down his forehead, he shrieked, "You hit Tuck! You're a dead man!"

On the other hand, Aria was clapping excitedly upon seeing the three thugs being beaten up. "You're so cool, Mr. Lawrence! Go on, kill those bastards!"

Frank shot her a cold, impatient glare in turn, and Aria's thrill turned to fear.

After all, he would not have been bothered by those three pests if she did not start trouble out of nothing.

He threw away the broken bottle he was holding and started to leave... and was surprised when Tuck, still on the floor, grabbed him by the trousers.

all over his face, his expression contorted viciously. "Do you think

do you want?" Frank growled

likely had no idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not, Tuck and his thug friends' heads would

flashed murderously as Tuck stubbornly clung on to

make you pay for hitting me!" Tuck snapped and

a black-clad man in shades just happened to enter the

as soon as he saw the man, and he laughed at Frank madly as he snapped, "You're a dead

the man's feet as he bawled, "Mr. Yorkman! Please, you have to help me!

Tuck several meters away as he snorted

Mahan! My brother Zuck

take, though he finally remembered. "Oh, the Mahan family's

actually pleased to be called a good-for-nothing—if anything,

and attacked me in public!

clearly here for

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