Damn bastard.
"Is this how you all think too?" Without subordinates, how can I manage the club alone? Blowing out smoke, my gaze swept over the others.
"Sorry, Kenny." Three guys who were sowhat afraid of stood up; they knew I killed those Costa Ricans.
The other three sat in their seats, staring at my face. "Our boss is Mars."
Hearing the underling say this, Mars smiled with satisfaction and looked at provocatively once again.
I’m the manager, but I have no subordinates.
Mars was very excited. "Just do your job."
That bastard!
Mars challenges my authority, diminishing my influence.
As a gang, if I can’t even manage my team, no one will follow .
Johnny did this on purpose.
He understands Mars’ personality and knows he would clash with .
Good, very good!
I looked at them coldly, understanding that if I took no action, I would be the laughingstock in everyone’s eyes.
Bang, the door was pushed open, two figures appeared in the hall.
"Mars, Kenny is the manager of the club, you’re just his subordinate." Amir walked in wearing a shirt and trousers.
Behind him was a woman dressed in black yoga pants and a tight white long-sleeve top, with a deep cleavage. A girl with straight brown hair, delicate features, a V-shaped face, wheat-colored skin, a slender body, and a curvy butt that the yoga pants accentuated, a slim waist, and a full chest that was rather attractive.
"Amir, you’re just security, you have no right to speak to ."
"What did you say, bastard?" Amir stood beside .
"Wow, is this chick new? Very pretty, great figure, co over and have a drink with ."
Kelly ca behind , "BOSS, Amir said you ca straight to the club after the funeral. So I had him bring to work."
"Chick, co over, didn’t you hear what I said?" Mars gazed greedily at Kelly’s breasts.
"She’s my subordinate, not a girl from the club."
Hearing what I said, Kelly happily looked at my back, not wanting to be treated like a prostitute or plaything.
"Kenny, are you still a pimp? Hahaha! Are you planning to market your girls in the club? Are you trying to compete with Sofia for business? This chick’s got to be popular, can you fuck her in the ass? I want to tie her up. How much do you want?" Mars licked his lips, eyes fixed on Kelly’s ass, "I like your ass, bitch."
Kelly clenched her fists, her tragic past was brought up, tearing open wounds in her heart.
"Say it again!" I walked to Mars with a cigarette, looking down at him.
"I want to fuck your chick, how much?"
"She’s my employee, not a prostitute."
"You’re a pimp! She’s yours? Haha, do pimps like to share their won with others?"
Kelly’s eyes reddened, tears flowing down.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, finding it hard to endure. It seed like many eyes were on her, exposing her scars for all to see.
Mars put down his glass, pressing one hand against his head.
Bang! His head was slamd onto the coffee table, making a loud noise, the nearby thugs stood up.
Mars clutched his head and shouted, "You broke my head, bastard, I’m going to kill you."
Bang! A dizzy Mars was pressed onto the table again by .
"My employee, only I can decide what she does. What did you just say? I didn’t catch it, say it again."
"Fuck!" Mars caught my wrist.
I smiled coldly, picking up the ashtray beside and smashing it onto his head. "Wrong answer, that’s not what I wanted."
Bang! Blood sared all over the coffee table.
Mars scread miserably. "I’m going to kill you, bastard. What are you all doing? Hit him!"
I withdrew my hand, holding the cigarette, looking at the six thugs. Grabbing Mars’ right arm and twisting it forcefully, crack, his right arm was broken by . "Foolishness stems from weakness, Kelly!"
"Yes, BOSS!" Kelly looked happily at the n in front of her.
"Don’t kill anyone!"
"Yes, BOSS!"
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