Especially people like Mr. Jorge, everyone knew by now what kind of status Panther held. If even Panther had to bow to someone, how powerful must that person be? Their legs trembled, and they looked utterly lost.
“Goddammit, who do you think you are? Mr. Jorge, get him out of here!”
But Hendrix had no idea what was happening and blurted out something that nearly scared Mr. Jorge to death. Without hesitation, Mr. Jorge punched him in the stomach and immediately apologized to Panther.
“Where the hell did this little brat come from, barking nonsense here! Mr. Panther, I don’t know this guy, really, I have absolutely nothing to do with him.”
Raymond didn’t care about any of it. If Panther couldn’t even handle such a minor issue, then helping him rise in rank would be utterly meaningless.
