Chapter 838

"W-What are you trying to do?" Jaco City wasn't cold during July. After all, the sun hung proudly on the sky and radiated heat and warmth. However, Marcus couldn't help but tremble. Perseus might've seemed unremarkable and dressed modestly, but the coldness in his eyes sent chills down the spines. Harley was the person in charge of Imperial Banquet. The big honcho backing him was way more prestigious than the Zimmerman family. However, Perseus beat him up without a hint of hesitation. Here was how things worked. Imperial Banquet had been in business for at least 50 years now. The last time someone stirred up trouble and resorted to physical violence at this establishment was still someone else's lackey to this day. So, who exactly was Perseus? What was his background? Marcus secretly gulped, and his eyes were brimming with terror. He took a few steps back instinctively. "Like I said, I won't rest until I've fucked up one of your arms." Although Perseus didn't speak loudly, ev