"Damn!"
"F***."
"Where did this lunatic come from?"
The rich kids narrowly jumped to the side, cursing loudly.
The car door opened, and before the person got out, a louder curse echoed through the entire venue.
"You f***ers, are you looking to die?"
As the words fell, a man in casual khaki clothes jumped out in a hurry, striding to the closest rich kid, and without hesitation, he delivered a slap.
The rich kids were instantly dumbfounded.
"Marcus?"
"Damn, Marcus, why are you hitting me?"
Adam took a closer look. The one who rushed over was none other than Marcus, the young master of the Holidays.
"Am I hitting you? I'll f***ing kill you!" Marcus scolded.
"Before coming out, how did I tell you guys? Keep a low profile, low profile, and low profile again. And now, what the f**k a
