Chapter 112: Their Names Should Be Sung!

Carlos violently dragged the middle-aged man out by his hair, the latter desperately struggling on the ground, his drunkenness long scared away.

"Save me! Save me!"

The old man frantically looked around for someone to help, but no one wanted to invite trouble onto themselves.

"Take people to search his house, if he can raise such a brazen son, he must also be accustomed to arrogance in his daily life."

Victor glanced over, the man's family owned a logistics company and had once been senior partners with the Tijuana drug syndicate.

I hadn't even settled scores with the father, and the son had jumped out on his own initiative.

Not to kill you, would I still be Victor?

Casare nodded his head.

Victor looked at Milia and her brother, took a towel from a waiter, and personally wiped their faces, crouching down and gently saying, "Don't worry, no one will be able to bully you."

"Tha-thank you!"