Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1262

The moment Fent got up, he tasted a metallic sweetness at the back of his tongue. His face turned pale from the impact as he stared at Severin. He looked fearful, knowing that Severin must be incredibly powerful if a level six warrior king like him could be blasted away so effortlessly.

"Who are you? Your strength is at least that of a level seven warrior king!" Fent had an extremely ugly expression as he looked at Severin.

Severin smiled and said, "As luck would have it, I'm the person that your boss says he's not afraid of. My name is Severin, and I'm the South County's governor!"

The fat man's mouth twitched a few times before he snorted coldly. "Hmph, and here I was thinking that you were a nobody. So, you're the South County Governor? I can tell that you were appointed on the basis of your strength, but I'm going to make you regret what you did soon enough."

Severin glanced over at a corner where there were still a lot of customers and said to Megan, "Megan, could you usher all those people out and close the door? Tell them that their meal is on the house the nex time they come, and of course, everything will be compensated fairly today as well."

Megan nodded and got to work. She then asked the staff to close the door behind them once everyone left.

"Haha, you're only asking them to close the door because you're worried about how embarrassing it might look for you to kneel and apologize to me, right?" The fat man laughed out loud. He believed that Severin was afraid of what was at stake.

"Good on you for having some brains, kid. But you won't be let off that easily after offending our boss," said an old man. He was standing behind the fat man, alongside another old man and a middle-aged

woman.

Severin was able to tell their level of attainment right from the very beginning. The woman was a level seven warrior king, while the two old men were a level eight and level nine warrior king, respectively. Individuals with such strength levels were undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. They might be surprised to see Severin defeating Fent, but they were still not afraid of him.

Once Severin discerned their attainment, he figured that the fat man must have some sort of high powering status. After all, there had to be more than meets the eye to a person who would need level eight and level nine warrior kings as bodyguards.

Severin smiled and said, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you need to keep your fantasies in check. In fact, I don't intend to apologize to you at all. I wanted to empty the room and shut the door because I didn't want to embarrass you. No one wants to watch me beat up a mutt. In other simpler words, I'm helping you keep your status in check."

"What did you just say?" The fat man's mouth twitched. He glared at Severin and shouted, "How dare you call me a mutt?! Don't you wet your pants later when I tell you who I am."

"Wet my pants? My, you sure talk big!" Severin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Go on then, tell me your name. Let's see if I'll wet my pants."

Franko gritted his teeth and said his name.

"I'm Franko Marsden!"

"Your name's Wanker? Like... Wanking?" Severin could not help but chuckle as he said, "That is one hilarious name. I have no idea why your father decided to name you Wanker! Haha!"

"It's not Wanker! It's Franko. F-R-A-N-K-O." Franko cursed and said to Severin, "My name should send chills down your spine! You should kneel, apologize, and offer me all your women. Who knows, I might be kind enough to break one of your legs instead of killing you!"

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