There was dead silence in the hall as both sides had a face-off.
There were still signs of swelling on Wilson's face. He looked around with a gloomy look, and finally, his gaze landed on Old Brooks.
He took a few steps forward and said harshly, "I am Wilson Kenne from Aurum County, also known as ‘the Golden Boy'. Big Anthony is under my protection. If you're determined to oppose us along with these men, your life shall end with theirs!"
Many of Old Brooks' men put down their weapons and surrendered in fright. In a matter of seconds, only a few people remain standing with Old Brooks.
"Haha! Good, smart choice. Now, get lost while the rest of you stay back." Wilson laughed triumphantly.
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