Chapter 404

Fane did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that. “From what I see, you’re a pretty good-looking guy, and you stand out from the crowd,” he said. “Why don’t you consider helping me polish my shoes?” “You ungrateful f*cker! “Get him!” Flynn snarled viciously as he waved his hand. He was someone who recognized and treasured talents in people, yet the other man refused to take up his offer. It was something he would never foresee. “These bodyguards seem to be better than the ones I faced last time. But they’re still trash in my eyes!” Fane’s lips curled into a wry smile. He took two steps forward and clenched his fists, moving first. Bam! Bam! Bam! The men who rushed over first all received a punch to their faces before they could respond. They flew backward, spitting blood with their front teeth, broken. “Ah!” One of the men—who looked thirty-odd—had extremely fast fists, and his technique was extremely sound. Fane observed him. This man’s fighting skill was probab