The villa in front of me was especially luxurious, even the door glimmered with gold.
Behind the door stood a few men in black suits, wearing sunglasses, looking like bodyguards.
"What do you want?"
Seeing Charlie Thompson approaching, one shouted loudly.
I grinned coldly, "I'm here to slice you guys up!"
Immediately, those men were stunned, showing a look of shock. The next moment, they were holding their bellies, laughing out loud.
"Oh my! This kid is hilarious! Coming to slice us? Do you guys think he's crazy?"
"Haha! His brain must have issues!"
They laughed so hard they nearly hurt their stomachs.
Their boss, Fixer Garcia, was one of the top figures in the underworld of Northland City, with a formidable reputation. Even the police didn't dare to make trouble with him. How dare a mere young man come to slice people?
This was simply a joke!
