Female Novel
Chapter 322
Chapter 321
After a few intermittent words, he heard the phone fall to the ground.
Something had happened!
Andrius frowned. He checked the map on his phone before he made his way to Golden Timez Bar.
He arrived at the location after a while. When he entered the bar, he saw a bunch of foreigners.surrounding another group of people.
They all wore branded items from top to bottom, seeming to be affluent people. They laughedarrogantly as they teased and mocked the other group of people.
The other group of people was actually Fatty Frank, Angel, and the others from Team Five, but theywere not in good shape as they were all forced to the floor.
Fatty Frank’s face was swollen, and his mouth was bleeding; Angel had a clear slap mark on her faceas well.
The foreigners did not hold back at all.
“What happened?” Andrius looked at the foreigners with a frosty gaze. He went up to help Fatty Frankup from the floor.
The foreigners believed they had everything under control, so they did not stop or give Andrius a hardtime.
Fatty Frank could barely speak properly.
Angel then explained, “Boss, these foreign b*stards hit us!”
Angel’s eyes were overflowing with grievance and anger. “We drove here, but those foreigners weredrunk, and they hit Frank’s car.
“We tried to reason with them, but they were rude and arrogant, and they didn’t want to talk. They havethe numbers so they, they…”
“I got it,” Andrius said. He then turned around to the foreigners with a frosty glare. He was mad.
The soldiers had fought with their lives to protect the people and the country, but these foreignersbullied them on their own turf. He would be the one to deal with these ignorant. fools.
“You people…” Andrius squinted as he said coldly, “Why did you people drink and drive? Why did youpeople hit my colleagues? Why did you break the laws of Florence?”
“Tsk…” The leader of the foreigners, a blonde man, said frivolously, “I’m not a Florencian, so your lawsdon’t work on me. Now that you are here, you should pay us for our damaged car.”
The blonde man grinned and continued arrogantly, “Call me ‘Daddy‘ three times and I will let all of yougo. Remember, ‘Daddy‘ three times. On your knees…”
Andrius was furious.
The foreigners had stepped over the line and must be taught a lesson.
Slap!
Before the blonde man could finish, Andrius slapped him in the face.
The powerful slap did not only stop the blonde man’s words but it also sent him flying and spinning inthe air before he crashed into the wall behind him.novelbin
Bump!
He fell and broke the table and chairs.
“Aaaarrgh!”
Having been struck, he crashed into the wall and fell on the broken glass, so the blonde man criedpainfully in the rubble.
The other foreigners were shocked when Andrius hit their boss. They all jumped on him, trying to teachhim a lesson that he would not forget.
Andrius glared at them coldly and silently. He did not hold his punches back.
Bang! Bump! Thump!
With a punch, a slap, and a kick, his combo moves sent all the foreigners flying away.
In less than ten seconds, not one foreigner remained standing. All of them crashed and curled up onthe floor, growling in pain.
“What the f*ck!”
The blonde man finally got to his feet. He was covered in blood and glass shards. He pointed at
Andrius with his trembling hand and roared, “You Florence pig! How dare you hit me? Do you knowwho I am?! Do you know who my father is?!
“I’m Louis Mitchell! My father is Dean Mitchell, the chairman of Simon–Tooke! I will destroy you when Igo back!”
The blonde man was Dean Mitchell’s son!
What a small world!
Not only Andrius, but even Fatty Frank, Angel, and the others clenched their fists tightly.
“Dean Mitchell’s stupid son?” Andrius grinned, showing his white teeth with a frosty presence. “Great.I’ll deal with this once and for all.”
He then grabbed Louis by the hair and dragged him to the toilet.
He dragged Louis to a toilet stall that had a present left behind by the previous user. With a grin,Andrius shoved Louis’s head into the toilet bowl.
The Wolf King had high accuracy and he easily aimed Louis’s mouth at the still–hot present in the toiletbowl.