The Protector Novel

“What do you want?” The moment the guard at the entrance asked, two lightning-fast slashes made quick work of him.

After that, Johnny and his men entered the club.

Inside, the club was as lively as usual.

Johnny went straight to the club’s DJ booth, turned down the music, and switched on all the lights.

Every corner of the club was illuminated as if it was broad daylight.

At that moment, the hundreds of patrons in the club stopped dancing and turned to stare at the DJ booth.

The atmosphere became boisterous as the club’s staff rushed towards the booth.

Picking up the mic, Johnny instructed, “Silence! I have something to say.”

Upon his orders, everyone kept quiet and gave him their attention.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Johnny Lawrence.”

“Huh? Johnny Lawrence? That name sounds familiar.”

“That’s right, where did I hear it before?”

Everyone in the club felt the name sounded familiar.

Johnny continued, “I am from the Southern Union and a subordinate of Grover Cooke.”

Boom!

revealed his identity, everyone went

of the Four

the Southern Union.

South City! Something big must

in an uproar. When everyone heard that it was the

in the underworld, their dream was to join the legendary

good as their religion and was an achievement that would bring honor

considered it their Holy

the same time, it was also the

offended the Southern Union would be hunted

no escape even if one fled to the ends of the

that one of the legendary Four Kings of the Southern

his face tattooed on

and battle-hardened, there was an air

I’m here to look for the body

the

Johnny’s master?

Grover Cooke

Grover’s disciple’s body?

everyone thought of the same haughty

one of the Southern

trouble as it now