Sean Moore had a burly build, with a ferocious face and the air of a thug.
He was cursing under his breath, feeling extremely unhappy.
Just as he had waited for that little girl, before he had a chance to touch her, someone barged in, ruining his mood.
"Which bastard dared to stir up trouble on my turf? I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" Sean Moore roared, looking up and freezing in surprise.
The surrounding thugs, upon seeing clearly, were also taken aback.
The previously bustling hall suddenly fell silent.
After a moment, laughter erupted.
"Hahaha! It's just a blond kid! Hey, kid, how old are you? Have you even grown your hair yet?"
The thugs doubled over with laughter, completely unrestrained.
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old blond kid dared to come here causing trouble—wasn't that asking for death!
