Chapter 77

James Carter's buddies tried dragging him out, but he fought back like crazy. "I'm not leaving! I want more drinks! Let go of me!" Right as they reached the door of the booth, they ran into a man in a dark suit—William Frost. His face was cold as ice, and there was a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. "You’re James Carter, right? This isn’t your playground. Get lost." His tone was sharp, like a slap in the face. James hadn't the faintest idea who this guy was, but the second he heard someone talk to him like that, flames shot up in his chest. He shoved his friends aside and glared at William like he was ready to throw down. "And who the hell do you think you are to tell me to get lost?" "Oh? You wanna know who I am? Let me show you, then." Before James could even react, William's foot came flying straight at him. Bang. James was way too drunk to dodge. He hit the floor hard. "You son of a—Who the hell are you?! Think you can get away with that?!" James's crew jumped in immediately, fis