THE ALPHA KINGS CLAIM

On an autumn evening, the cool breeze swept through the streets, carrying with it the dampness from the coastline. At half past eleven, standing on the street felt rather chilly.

Northport City, unlike tropical regions that maintain a constant temperature year-round, was not extremely cold in winter, given its location south of the great river. However, donning a trench coat in autumn was a wise choice.

Under the towering Paulownia trees, a man wrapped in a black trench coat stood out like a statue against the wind, his presence commanding attention.

As several women passed by him, they couldnt help but gasp, immediately chattering and unabashedly discussing him.

"That man is so handsome!"

"Psh! Handsome doesnt even begin to describe him; its cool! Super cool!"

"And hes smoking. Fatally attractive, with that black trench coat, his perfectly tall figure, and the way he smokes so deeply. Its driving these women crazy."

"I bet well all be having some steamy dreams tonight."

Leo Luo couldnt stand it in the car any longer.

Looking at the increasingly strong sea breeze and then at the solitary figure in the black trench coat standing ten meters away, he was torn.

His boss insisted on getting out of the car to get some air, and this airing out had already lasted ten minutes!

Ten minutes...

For the head of the Yamato Group to stand on the street for ten minutes was extremely dangerous!

Rumors had it that the Japanese mafia wanted to harm his boss, so they had to be extra cautious these days.

"Cough, I cant take it anymore, you wait, Ill go call our boss," Leo said to the driver, holding his gun, wrapping his coat tightly, and stepping out of the car to approach the tall figure who stood at around 189 centimeters.

"Boss... lets go back... its been more than ten minutes..."

Leo spoke gently.

In fact, he was very domineering in front of his brothers, and only in front of his boss, Howard White, did he become as timid as a lovestruck rabbit.

Purple hair covered the mans forehead, his narrow and small face, pointed chin, wheatish skin, and thin lips formed an aesthetically pleasing silhouette.

"Exhale... Leo, you all go back first, I want to clear my head..."

Leo broke into a cold sweat.

"But how can that be, boss? Its so late..."

What if a few enemies jump out from that dark alley, firing a few covert shots, then it would be irreparable.

His purple-blue eyes darkened like beautiful night pearls, but his voice dropped, gaining a hint of impatience, "Leo, are you not listening? From here to the Osmium Hotel is such a short distance, I want to be alone for a while, walk around, and do I need your permission?"

"Boss..." Leo was about to cry.

Howard White had no patience left, "Get lost!"

"Okay..." Leo pouted, reluctantly returning to the luxurious car and telling the driver, "Lets go ahead and wait for our boss. Our boss wants to take a walk... Damn it, Ill call Iron Plate over. With him protecting our boss, I can rest easy."

"Today is October 4th..." the driver said thoughtfully as he started the car.

"Yeah, October 4th! Thats right, its the day our boss gets upset and sad every year..."

October 4th was a day of sorrow for Howard White every year.

Although he, as a person, lacked the cells for sorrow and always left it to others.

His well-tailored Gucci trench coat, Armanis crisply lined casual pants, and expensive, shiny leather shoes that could cost someone a years living expenses all exuded an aloof nobility that kept people at bay.

Howard White, at 189 centimeters, walked alone on the desolate streets at half past eleven at night.

Today is October 4th.

From a nightclub, a woman dressed in garish and vulgar clothes ran out, her face heavily made up, almost covering her original features.

"Ugh... Ugh..." The woman had drunk a lot, and with the wind blowing, the alcohol surged, and she leaned against a Paulownia tree, vomiting loudly.

Howard White frowned slightly and passed by her.

He hated drunk women, and he was equally averse to women who smoked.

Without any pause, without even looking at the woman, he walked on.

Clack clack...

The sound of running high heels echoed behind him, and Howard Whites arm was grabbed from behind.

Whoosh!

Subconsciously, the alert Howard White reacted in a second, spinning around, his other hand reaching over, and he grabbed the persons neck.

Wendy had drunk too much, her head swaying, reeking of strong alcohol. Luckily, he grabbed her neck; otherwise, she would have slumped her head onto her shoulder.

"You... Hehe..." Wendy, in her drunken state, her eyes rolling around as she looked at the man who was so much taller than her, slurred, "Just now... burp, did you... touch me... say it! Did you!"

Howard White frowned.

What was this all about!

Wasnt this the crazy woman who had just vomited?

As she spoke, his cleanliness could capture the unpleasant smell emanating from her, and Howard Whites aversion surged. He let go, pushed her back, and left the drunken woman lying on the ground, turning to walk away.