The butcher was stupefied.

What the hell?! Frank was already a tough nut, but there were even more martial elites?!

Nonetheless, the restaurant owner strode up, kicking the butcher viciously. “Do you get who I am now?”

“You son of a bitch!” the butcher snapped, having never felt this humiliated before. “Kill me if you can, or I’ll make sure to kill you once I make it big!”

The restaurant owner simply slapped him across the face. “Still yapping now?! I’m giving it to you straight-I have plenty of friends in high places, and I might just really kill you if you mess with me again.”

“Then do it!” the butcher yelled in defiance.

Smirking, the restaurant owner strode up, seizing a patch of the butcher’s hair and ripping it off audibly!