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.

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

what do you want?"

had no idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not,

flashed murderously as Tuck stubbornly clung on to

hitting me!" Tuck snapped and pulled his phone out

through, a black-clad man in shades just happened to

he saw the man, and

in shades, hugging the man's feet as he bawled, "Mr. Yorkman!

Yorkman appeared surprised and promptly kicked Tuck several meters away as he snorted in disgust, "Who the hell

My brother Zuck

cries left Mr. Yorkman doing another double take, though he finally

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

He stole my girl and attacked me in public! You have to

Yorkman snorted, clearly here for something

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