Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 629

In the presidential suite of the Lakeview International Hotel, Elio sat on the sofa, his face still swollen beyond recognition. The four bodyguards, who had been beaten to a pulp, stood nervously by the wall.

"They're all shitheads, all of them!" Elio said, venting his anger.

"Sir, that guy is clearly not good news. I asked around, and that punk next to him is the underground lord of Southland, Shawn Xeno."

"Who's the motherfucking underground lord of Southland?"

"The one who kicked you to the sofa…"

Elio was breathing heavily. He'd been slapped thrice, his subordinate had gotten his hand chopped off, and he'd even pissed himself. He'd never been this humiliated before, and this all happened in one day.

He lit a cigar and took a few puffs. He said coldly, "Alright, since I'm the mighty foreigner who can't beat the local hoodlum, then I need to think of a way to bring that woman, Allegra, to Sunton. Fucking bastard!"

A cold light flashed in Elio's eyes, and a wicked smile decorat