Vroom!

Ten minutes later, sounds of engines could be heard from outside. A row of SUVs were parked at the entrance.

A group of strong-looking men in golden robes hopped out of the cars.

They were all carrying swords on their waists and bore fierce expressions.

A rascally-looking young man walked out from the crowd.

He was about five feet seven; he had a head of dyed blonde hair and the flushed complexion of a drunkard.

He had a gloomy yet dignified expression.

The mean woman and the people behind her immediately swarmed the young man with simpering expressions.

“You’re finally here, Young Master Bierstadt!”

“Those b*stards completely disrespected you! They didn’t even care about Golden Palace!”

“You need to help us!”

“How many times have I told you to mention my name when you get in trouble?”

“Nobody in Flutwell dares to go against me, Koen Bierstadt!”

“What?! He’s Koen Bierstadt?!”

After hearing the name, the crowd was immediately horrified.

Koen was only an outer dis