The crisp sound of footsteps, like the long neigh of a dragon-horse or the simultaneous beating of war drums, was like a death knell ringing in Scorpion's ears.
He was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body, and the scorpion tattoo on his face lost its usual ferocity, seemingly shrinking in fear.
"I'm telling you, I'm one of Don Gambino's men! Dare to lay a hand on me, and you'll have no place in Oceanview City!"
Scorpion retreated step by step, invoking Don Gambino's name, believing that the opponent would not dare to offend Don Gambino.
"Don Gambino?" Everett Luminar kept advancing, his gaze amused.
"Even he can't save you now!"
Seeing the barely-there murderous intent on Everett's face, Scorpion knew staying meant certain death.
Who would have thought that not even Don
