“Call it quits?

The man with dreadlocks smiled at Winston Osborne.

“Who are you? Tell me who’s supporting you then.

“If there’s no one behind you, then why should I even respect you in the first place?”

“I’m from the Garuda Tribe…” replied Winston.

“A descendant?

The man with dreadlocks curved his lips.

“I’ve never seen you before, though…”

Winston immediately figured the man’s identity was extraordinary.

He had already booked the entire room for the night.

What else could he do?

It would be extremely embarrassing if he did not stand up against the man!

“I’m just a relative…” replied Winston, gritting his teeth.

“My father’s the family steward.”

Slap!

The man with dreadlocks swung the back of his palm forward.

Winston stumbled back after getting hit in the face.

“You…”

Slap!

The man slapped him again.

“You’re crossing the line! The Garuda Tribe isn’t just an easy target!” Winston exclaimed while teary-eyed.

Slap slap slap!

The man slapped Winston around relentless