"Honk, honk!"
The shrill sound of a horn suddenly silenced the previously bustling crowd.
Startled, people involuntarily made way.
Soon, seven or eight off-road vehicles came to a halt in the near distance.
Then, the vehicle doors opened.
Around thirty burly men, wielding iron rods, hurriedly disembarked from the cars.
Clara swallowed hard. Was it the people from the Luna Family or the Luther Family?
"What are you looking at?" The leading young man, with a menacing expression, bellowed at the gathering crowd.
"Stay away!" Even though people were curious, they dared not to get involved and thus hastily retreated.
The fierce-looking young man took one look at Roman, and he was taken aback, his expression growing even more malevolent. "What are you people? How dare you lay hands on Roman?
Release him now!"
"Now, even if you beg for mercy, it's too late."
Roman, seeing his men arrive, wore a smug smile on his face.
" Lukas surrounds them for me."
