Chapter 322
Angel’s eyes were overflowing with grievance and anger. “We drove here, but those foreigners were drunk, 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 have the 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 foreigners bullied 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 you people 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 laws don’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 you go. 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 in the air before he crashed into the wall behind him.
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 cried painfully in the rubble.
The other foreigners were shocked when Andrius hit their boss. They all jumped on him, trying to teach him 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 on the 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 know who 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 I go 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 toilet bowl.
