A subordinate asked weakly, "Boss, what do we do? He's coming over! Should we rush him?"
The burly man called "Boss" smacked the subordinate hard on the head. He roared, "Are you an idiot? That's Adrian Quincy! If you dare to make a move on him, this whole street will be leveled in less than ten minutes!"
"Th-Then what do we do? He's coming..."
"Don't come any closer!"
"Adrian Quincy, don't come any closer!"
Adrian Quincy stopped less than two meters away from them. His face was expressionless as he said, "If you don't want me to go in, have Red J come out. I have business with him."
"R-Red J???"
Everyone was stunned when they heard that name.
"Red J? As in, Red J from Wild Cherry House? We don't know a heavy hitter like that!"
"There's no Red J here! You've come to the wrong place!"
Adrian Quincy's cold gaze swept over them. He repeated, his tone hardening, "Have him come out."
The men: "..."
