"Yes, Boss Nicholson!"
Kenny and his five subordinates had long since been clenching their fists to the point they were on the verge of exploding.
As soon as they heard Kingsley's order, they charged ahead with their arms raised.
The air grew tense in that instant.
"You overestimate yourselves!" Wyatt's expression was glum as he suddenly waved a hand. "Get them, boys! Let's teach these trashes a lesson!"
Wyatt's subordinates also cracked their knuckles before they rushed toward Kenny with ferocious looks on their faces.
However, they had barely taken a step when they abruptly stopped in their tracks.
These thugs with their arrogance written all over their faces turned ashen as they froze right where they were standing.
A few of them didn't manage to stop in time, ultimately crashing into the backs of the people in front of them.
Other than a beer bottle that fell to the floor and spun once when someone accidentally kicked it, the crowded bar had turned dead silent in an instant.
Kenny and his five subordinates were each holding a gun.
The sight of six black muzzles shook everyone to their core.
Clive, however, was unaware of what was going on behind him as he was now facing Kingsley.
He was still getting hiccups from the alcohol he had and was making a racket. "Hick! Do it? You think my boys are weak—"
He slowly turned around mid-sentence.
"Wha—" When he saw what was happening, he rubbed his eyes hard and muttered to himself, "W-What is going on? Are my eyes deceiving me?"
At that point, everyone else came back to their senses.
They were so shocked and frightened they only stood there without moving a muscle.
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