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Scarface Louie’s face contorted in terrible pain, and a large amount of sweat trickled down from his
forehead in an instant.
“What are you trying to say?”
Kingsley squeezed Scarface Louie’s arm and asked coldly, “Do you want to apologize or not?”
Scarface Louie screamed in pain again. He twisted his neck back, glared at Kingsley, and gritted his
teeth. “D*mn it. How can I, a big and tall man, apologize to an old geezer? Even if you kill me, I will
never apologize.”
“You do have a backbone, but you’re using it in the wrong time and place. Also, do you really think I
dare not kill you?” Kingsley said indifferently.
Scarface Louie laughed loudly. “Hahaha, you’re a stinky brat. So what if you’re good at it? You won’t
dare to kill anyone even if I lend you my courage.”
“Really?” Kingsley’s tone was still cold, but his fingers were constantly exerting strength. “Unfortunately,
you’re out of luck. One of the things I’m good at is killing people.”
While speaking, his fingers deeply dug into Scarface Louie’s joints.
“Ah!”
Scarface Louie’s voice changed from the extreme pain. His cry was like the wailing of the evil spirits in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthell. He raised his head with great effort and roared at his frightened subordinates, “What the hell are
you all doing? Why aren’t you guys beating him up?”
Hearing that, Zayne also suddenly came back from his senses. His face was pale, and he frantically
waved his arms and shouted loudly, “Yeah! You guys f*cking come and hit him! Did I pay you money to
hire you to watch the fun?”
He was so frightened because he did not expect that Kingsley’s seemingly thin body would have such
a powerful explosive force. Even Scarface Louie was not his opponent. The only plan for now was to
use underhand tactics.
When Scarface Louie’s subordinates heard that both their boss and Zayne had spoken, they all
swallowed and rushed over with electric batons.
Seeing that, Kingsley pushed his arm hard and threw Scarface Louie out like a bowling ball.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Scarface Louie smashed against the first few young men who were rushing
toward them to the ground.
All of a sudden, there were wails of pain, so the others stopped to help Scarface Louie and their fallen
comrades.
Scarface Louie roared in a heart-wrenching manner, “Don’t f*cking care about me! Get the kid first!”
His voice just fell when a loud bang sounded.
The door of the treatment room next to them was kicked open by someone.
A big man with tattoos all over his body walked out of it and shouted loudly, “What the hell are you
doing? My friend was injured and is being bandaged here, and I’ve been listening to all of you wailing
and screaming out here. Will you just not let him rest in peace?”
Scarface Louie supported his arm and got up from the ground, then said unhappily, “Hey, where did
you come from? I, Scarface Louie, am doing business here. If you don’t want to die, hide your f*cking
self away.”
“Scarface Louie?”
The tattooed man snorted coldly and strode forward.
Slap!
He slapped Scarface Louie in the face and bellowed, “F*ck! The disciple of Terry ‘Tiger’ Wharton dares
to talk back at me?”
Scarface Louie was slightly startled by the slap. “Y-You know my boss?”
“Hehe, since when can Tiger Wharton be considered a boss?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmListening to his tone, it was clear that this man was very disdainful of Terry ‘Tiger’ Wharton.
Scarface Louie couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment, then tentatively said, “You are—”
“I am Wendell Martin, the right-hand protector of Boss Howe. Have you heard of my name?”
Scarface Louie’s legs trembled uncontrollably when he heard what the tattooed man said.
“Howe… Boss Howe?” His Adam’s apple moved up and down quickly, then he said in horror, “Y-You
mean Baron Howe, one of the Seven Legends?”
Wendell Martin crossed his arms and said coldly, “Apart from the Seven Legends, who else dares to
call themselves Boss Howe?”
As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of all the doctors and nurses around changed.
Everyone knew that there were three major forces in Solaris.
Since the fall of Ashton Birch, the forces of Jarett Cole and the Seven Legends had grown rapidly.
At this time, Baron Howe, one of the Seven Legends, was actually in this Hill Crest Hospital.
Everyone was horrified, and Zayne was even more frightened. Trembling, he asked respectfully in a
quavering voice, “M-Mr. Martin, Boss Howe is here for medical treatment, right? Why didn’t you let me
know in advance? W-We should be giving him the best service…”
Wendell waved his hand and said, “Our boss is accompanying one of our men to bandage a wound, so
there is no need for so much unnecessary attention.”
Then he frowned and asked, “What the hell happened here? Why are you people being so noisy that
our men can’t rest?”
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