The Overconfident Dandy

At the same time, after cleaning up the streets, George Johnson and the others returned to the Blue Ocean Entertainment Club. They were as tired as dogs.

There were white traces of saline and alkali on his shirt as the sweat evaporated.

"This isn't something that is humane!"

"That bastard!"

"You'd better not f*cking fall into my hands or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

George Johnson gritted his teeth in hatred but he didn't dare to easily lay a hand on Emilia anymore.

After all, who would have known that the good-for-nothing was actually a hero who had returned from the front lines?

So, he could only make himself feel better by saying that.

After all, he wasn't that dumb to provoke a soldier who had returned from the frontline.

"Mr Johnson, we still have another way to do so!"

Mike White had a cold look in his eyes. "Although we can't do anything to him, there's someone who will definitely stand up for us.