Frank wobbled up to Tuck, remaining impassive as he growled, "I warned you, but you wouldn''t listen.


    You can''t me me for that."


    "He hit Tuck! Go!"


    Tuck''s two thug friends promptly picked up empty bottles off the table as well. However, Frank had


    already smashed both their heads with each one bottle, leaving them dropping limply to the floor, their


    heads cracked and bleeding.


    Even as one of them clutched his face and blood streamed down his forehead, he shrieked, "You hit


    Tuck! You''re a dead man!"


    On the other hand, Aria was pping excitedly upon seeing the three thugs being beaten up. "You''re


    so cool, Mr. Lawrence! Go on, kill those bastards!"


    Frank shot her a cold, impatient re in turn, and Aria''s thrill turned to fear.


    After all, he would not have been bothered by those three pests if she did not start trouble out of


    nothing.


    He threw away the broken bottle he was holding and started to leave... and was surprised when Tuck,


    still on the floor, grabbed him by the trousers.


    Even as he bled all over his face, his expression contorted viciously. "Do you think you can just leave


    after hitting me?"


    "Then what do you want?" Frank growled impatiently,


    Tuck most likely had no idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not, Tuck and his thug


    friends'' heads would have blown apart.


    Now, his eyes shed murderously as Tuck stubbornly clung on to him.


    "Just you wait! I''ll make you pay for hitting me!" Tuck snapped and pulled his phone out of his pocket


    with shaking fingers.


    Before his call got through, a ck-d man in shades just happened to enter the bar.


    Tuck''s face lit up with savage delight as soon as he saw the man, and heughed at Frank madly as he


    snapped, "You''re a dead man!"


    Dropping his phone, he scrambled toward the man in shades, hugging the man''s feet as he bawled,


    "Mr. Yorkman! Please, you have to help me! Someone just attacked me!"


    Mr. Yorkman appeared surprised and promptly kicked Tuck several meters away as he snorted in


    disgust, "Who the hell are you?"


    "Did you forget? I''m Tuck Mahan! My brother Zuck Mahan posted bail to have me released!"


    His cries left Mr. Yorkman doing another double take, though he finally remembered. "Oh, the Mahan


    family''s good-for-nothing? So? What happened to your head?"


    Tuck was actually pleased to be called a good-for-nothing—if anything, he was delighted!


    "That''s him, Mr. Yorkman! He stole my girl and attacked me in public! You have to help me!"


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    He would rather not get involved with Tuck, but the bar was already in an uproar and people were


    watching him.


    He cleared his throat given who he was and turned toward where Tuck was pointing.


    Just as he was about to flex authority and say something to calm down the situation, he saw who Tuck


    was pointing at.


    "Mr. Lawrence?!" he eximed as he took off his shades—the man turned out to be Burt Yorkman!


    "Hmm?" Frank actually appeared bored when he saw who it was and returned to his seat.


    On the other hand, the crowd grew restless.


    "Wait, isn''t that Riverton''s top officer Burt Yorkman?"


    "Gosh, it really is!"


    "A thug like Tuck actually knows Burt?!"