I didn''t expect Frankie to act so quickly, but I dodged just in time.


    He furrowed his brow and said, "Kid, I suggest you cooperate. Otherwise, you won''t just lose an eye."


    I sneered coldly. "I suggest you behave too. Otherwise, when my people arrive, I''l make sure both your eyes never see the light of day."


    "Huh?" He paused, then turned to look at ine. "No wonder you''re so angry. Is this kid really that bold?" he asked.


    ine snapped angrily, "You have no idea, Mr. Russo! This kid is a pauper. He stole 113 thousand dors from our school to buy his girlfriend clothes. When I confronted her for flirting with my man right in front of me, he hit me!


    "Oh, so he''s a thief too," Frankie sneered. "I may not have lived the best life, but the one thing I can''t stand is a thief! If you''re going to rob, at least do it with guts. Guys, grab him. Today, I''ll burn his eye myself."


    He nced at Felicia leeringly. "Thisdy''s got quite a figure. With a body like that, she''s rare. After we deal with this kid, I''ll enjoy her for a few days."


    ine chuckled darkly. "Of course, Mr. Russo. Do whatever you want."


    Two of hisckeys brought over chairs for Frankie and ine to sit. Everyone else remained standing as they sat. It made their status all the more imposing.


    The restaurant staff and guests, who had previously gathered to watch themotion, were now scattering. At least half of them hurried out of the restaurant.


    Clearly, anyone who would do something like this in public was no ordinary thug.


    Frankie''s men quickly stepped up and grabbed my arms, lifting me off the ground. I didn''t resist.


    They were professionals, and they had already decided to take things to the extreme. Fighting back would only get me beaten, so I chose to wait it out, hoping the Whites would arrive soon.


    "Stop!" Felicia rushed forward to help, but several women held her back.


    She could only scream at the staff and waiters, "Help! Somebody, please! Call the police!" Before she could shout more, the group of women covered her mouth.


    The staff dared not intervene. Anyone who did would be dealt with the same way. Frankie took another drag from his cigarette, the red-hot tip burning as he approached me again. "Kid, do you have anyst words?"


    I looked at him coldly. "Mr. Russo, right? Before youy a hand on me, I suggest you think it over carefully. Is it worth it to offend the Whites over a woman like this?"


    "The Whites?"


    Frankie was caught off guard by my calm, confident tone. He stopped and frowned.


    "Which Whites?" he asked.


    I answered coldly, "The Whites of Gothville."


    Anyone with some experience wouldn''t have missed my family''s name.


    My grandfather''s reputation was beyond reproach. My uncle''s mansion had armed guards, and my second uncle''s Mercedes-Benz was a fully upgraded, bulletproof vehicle. Just mentioning these things was enough to show how powerful they were.


    My dad was a businessman, one of the wealthiest in the country.


    My other uncles were in business but were also involved in the film industry and cultural enterprises.


    In my generation, there were only three boys. Besides me, my cousin was studying abroad, and my younger cousin was still in middle school.


    If Frankie dared toy a finger on me that day, the Whites would ensure that he was eradicatedpletely.