CHAPTER 22

"How dare you to punch me," the gangster’s shock quickly turned to fury.

He wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, a dark glint in his eyes, and whistled sharply.

"Do you know who I am?" He clenched his teeth.

"Yes a bastard." With a smirk, Ethan answered back.

"I am the Marvol, Black snake Mafia group."

Almost right away, several guys jumped up from nearby tables and crowded around Ethan.

One of the gangster's bodyguards stepped forward and clenched his hands. "Are you okay, boss?"

As Marvol ran his hand over his hurt jaw, he laughed.

The sound was deep and scary. He laughed and looked at Ethan with a mean look in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm better than good," he said.

"Stop this jerk." He should have known what would happen if he crossed me.

Two of Marvol's men grabbed Ethan by the arms and threw him to the ground.

Ethan struggled and looked boldly at Marvol as his muscles tensed up.

At that moment, Marvol leaned in close and smiled.

"You really thought you could handle me, right?"

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