I deliberately put on an arrogant and cocky look, not only to scare the three hooligans who were beaten up but also as a warning to the other security guards so that they would not cause me trouble in the future.
Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the door, and I turned around to see that it was Felix!
He was the chief of security of the Monarch Club. He savagely beat me up at the café the last time around, and the wound on my forehead had yet to fully heal.
We met again now that I was at the Monarch Club.
Gerry had already briefed him on what was happening. He walked over and kicked one of the three punks in the face.
Felix had obviously learned to fight. After three swift kicks, the punks fell to the ground crying and writhing in pain.
"Steven, I'll teach them a lesson for y
