“What are you trying to do?!” George asked, his tone severe.

“These two don’t want much. For now, all they want is to borrow your heads!”

Butler Yates smiled and backed away, before closing the door shut.

Old Niner and George Zabel exchanged dark looks.

The next second, they each grabbed a chair and charged forth.

There was nothing else to do. Even if they tried to run away, it wouldn’t help.

“Argh!”

Moments later, pained screams rang once more.

Outside of the box, Butler Yates folded both his hands behind him, a smile on his face.

Despite the unending shrieks from the inside of the karaoke box, there was little change in his serene expression.

On the other hand, all of his underlings’ eyes were twitching.

It was said that one needn’t do much to kill a person. Apparently, the two boxing champions didn’t share the sentiment.

Only God knows the torment Old Niner and George Zabel, the two masters of Buckwood’s underworld, suffered under the hands of the boxing champions ins