“You have guts! You dare to act boorishly in my place. You’re not showing me and Third Young Master any respect!”

As these words were said, more than ten people walked in, surrounding a man and a woman.

On the left was an old acquaintance, Third Young Master of the Hamiltons of Las Vegas, Denver Hamilton.

On the right was a beautiful woman who looked at most twenty-three or four years old.

There was a tattoo on her arms and legs, enough to let people know that she was a gangster at first glance.

The Madame of Briewood Bar, Sister Thirteen.

Sister Thirteen’s eyes swept around the place as she studied the mess. She glanced at the injured security guards, and then at Scar, who was being held by Harvey. She chuckled angrily and hissed, “You got balls. Daring to hurt my people in my turf… Aren’t you a bold one?”

Her eyes were frosty, filled with murderous intent.

“I dare you to hurt him again in front of me!”

Slap!

Harvey slapped Scar again.

Bang!

He raised his leg and kicked Sc