"Who the hell is that woman?"
After George and his crew scrambled out of the hotel like a bunch of rolling balls, they didn't dare stick around.
He didn't know who that woman was, but seeing such a renowned powerhouse behind her, he instantly realized that her identity was incredibly terrifying, far beyond his league.
Otherwise, even his father would be in trouble.
"Young master, are we just going to leave like this?" asked one of the subordinates who had just been beaten, feeling somewhat unwilling.
He thought, why is the young master being such a coward?
The others didn't show it on their faces, but they were thinking along the same lines.
George gave the one who spoke a fierce glare, "You, don't follow me anymore, go back to my old man!"
"Otherwise, I'll end up killed because of you sooner or later!"
He wasn't an idiot, even if his father was a gang boss, in such a prosperous and historically rich place as London, there were a lot of people they couldn't afford to offend.
