Novel & Cerita Gangster Disciple Star

Gangster 2 and 3 also expressed their awe at Danice’s strength. “I couldn’t react after that kick. Fortunately, Director Choi seemed to like it.” They glanced at the young man who was much smaller than them. “...You’re really strong. Do you practice martial arts?” “I train a bit at a dojo,” Danice replied. She apologized to them again. Fortunately, the gangsters were professionals—and since the scene only took one take, they were just glad they didn’t have to be kicked again. Seeing ‘his’ apologetic expression and humble attitude, the gangsters were a little dazed. This actor was so different on and off camera. Was this really the same man who, just minutes ago, carried such a laid-back yet

"Me! Mister Tharan, I can go together with my disciples. Those two disciples are doing quite well now and it's about time to let them gain some experiences." "Haha. Sure thing. I'm pleased and happy that you are willing to bring your disciples over there yourself!" Tharan laughed. Fifth Elder, Frankie Zona, was a level four grandmaster and his disciples were level two grandmasters. Surely, they could get the job done if the three of them were willing to go. "Don't worry. It's my honor to be able to contribute my service to the gang. Besides, I haven't visited Brookbourn for a long time. This can also be a holiday for me," Frankie said.

Instead, he replied curtly, "I understand why you had the guts to follow us all the way here now. It seems that you have some pretty interesting tricks up your sleeve! "Very impressive, young man, but that does not excuse your cockiness. You will pay the price of your foolish arrogance!" White-hot fury blazed in the man's eyes as he said this, and he moved into a combat position as though he were about to strike at any moment. "The most important rule of the gangster world is that we shall never divulge the true identity of those we serve!" This only infuriated Liam even more. His voice seemed to reverberate around the empty lot like a ghostly echo. "Very well then! I already warned you, but

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The disciple ruminated "Hmph, what a funny guy." He went to meet the others in the sect clinic. Vic was happy with his achievements. He deliberately questioned the disciple to know what level Hank was. It was really a shame that he beat the guy who everyone feared. He can't dare to tell anyone once he's okay. No one will believe that a level one disciple like him beat him up to that stage. He may want to have revenge on him later, but at least, he helped him out when he was injured, he should be thankful for that.

"I just gave you a hand for the sake that we are all compatriots. As for taking you in as my apprentice, I will give it a pass." Tang Hu and the other two had a disappointed look on their faces, but they still kowtowed heavily on the ground three times before standing up. At that moment, there were footsteps at the door. And a tall, yellow-haired gangster walked in. The little yellow-haired gangster was a white guy, dressed as a hippie, with an arrogant face. After entering the door, he shouted to the people in the room, "I am from the Dragon-subduing Gang. Which one of you just hit and injured our men?"

then, a tall disciple suddenly walked over and bowed to Caspian and Solana, “nice to meet you, Casper, Solana." As soon as the tall disciple appeared, an uncomfortable pressure spread to the surroundings, and that sense of oppression came from the murderous killing intent on him. Caspian glanced at the disciple and noticed that the Heavenly Stars Sect's robe he wore was stained with blood, and even his sleeve were all torn apart. Moreover, the guy's long hair was somewhat messy too. Hence, it could be imagined how many monsters he killed in that period.

“That’s not a fan.” “No,” I said quietly. “That’s someone who knows how we think.” He enhanced, ran facial recognition. The software pinged within seconds. Match: Derek Harlan. Former road manager for Eclipse Entertainment. Fired two years ago for selling tour schedules to tabloids. Known to hold grudges. Last known address is empty. Last sighting: Four hours ago. Justin leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. “So either your boy’s got a very dedicated hater… or someone’s paying this guy to make Neo jumpy.”

A sharp ringing filled my head as fear crashed over me, and I screamed. "I don't like your answer." He turned his head to the fat man. "Now, you answer me." The fat man was dripping with cold sweat. His eyes darted around before he shakily pointed at me. "Don Santoro! It... it was her! She told us to rough up Miss Murphy! Said if we had a little fun with her, she'd get us a piece of your action, let us in on the score!" "What are you talking about?!" I stared at the man in disbelief.