Chapter 322


    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. Theyughed


    arrogantly 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 they


    were not in good shape as they were all forced to the floor.


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    Fatty Frank’s face was swollen, and his mouth was bleeding; Angel had a clear p mark on her face


    as 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 Frank


    up from the floor.


    The foreigners believed they had everything under control, so they did not stop or give Andrius a hard


    time.


    Fatty Frank could barely speak properly.


    Angel then exined, “Boss, these foreign b*stards hit us!”


    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 re. 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 thews of Florence?”


    “Tsk…” The leader of the foreigners, a blonde man, said frivolously, “I’m not a Florencian, so yourws


    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.


    p!


    Before the blonde man could finish, Andrius pped him in the face.


    The powerful p 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 ss, 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 red at them coldly and silently. He did not hold his punches back.


    Bang! Bump! Thump!


    With a punch, a p, and a kick, hisbo 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 ss 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 uracy and he easily aimed Louis’s mouth at the still–hot present in the toilet


    bowl.