Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 337

Mylo was on his high horse right now, feeling that he had suddenly become God who took control over everything. At least in this castle, he controlled everyone’s life. Therefore, he was calling out now to save his pride.

Johnson was grinning. He gestured his gang and they rushed into the banquet hall like a group of animals, forcing the celebrities to gather together.

Then came constant shrieks. Many female celebrities were groped. However, no one paid attention to their screams, because everyone was busy saving his own life.

Olivier and the rich youngsters of H City were all stunned. It never occurred to them that karma would come so soon, so violently.

How come Mylo came back with an armed gang in the blink of an eye? Had he done something wrong just now?

He should have been hit and humiliated together with Mylo just now, right? Was Mylo holding a grudge against him? The more Olivier thought, the more anxious he became.

A rich kid couldn’t help standing up and yelling at Mylo, "Brother Mylo, please let us off, OK? We just tipped you off."

"'We?" Mylo cast a glance at the rich kid of H City and sneered, "You took to your heels just now. When I was being humiliated, why didn’t I see you guys defend me? And now you want to fawn on me? Too late!"

Bang! A gangster fired a single shot to the rich young man. He was so terrified that he fell full length. When the rich young man was twitching, his urine gushed out.

Olivier was aware that Mylo must be in rage right now. Anyone who played up to him or begged him for mercy was doomed.

If some hero galloped his white horse to him and saved him from danger at this moment, Olivier would like to marry him, even if he had to change his sex orientation.

But no hero showed up. Olivier could only squat down with the celebrities, waiting for what the fates were sending him.

Mylo put his arm around Johnson’s shoulders excitedly. The latter frowned, and then felt relaxed.

"Brother Johnson, your bros are freaking awesome! Well, can I borrow a gun? I want to end that trash’s life with my own hands."

There was nothing better than ending your enemy’s life with your own hands. Now Mylo just wanted to hold a gun and shoot Maximilian a dozen times, so Maximilian would howl in pain and beg for mercy at his feet.

Tilting his head, Johnson stared at Robbie and said with a sneer, "Give our young master Mylo a gun. But young master Mylo, since you haven’t practiced it before, I’m afraid you don’t know how to deal with its recoil. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

"It’s alright. I’ll hold the gun with both of my hands, and I’ll be fine. While playing shooting games, I’m a crack shot." Mylo replied confidently.

Robbie took out a gun and loaded it, smacking it down into Mylo’s palm.

Holding the gun, Mylo suddenly got his courage. He said, grinning, "Thank you, Brother Johnson. I can finally take my revenge."

"No rush. They are probably hiding in somewhere. The body guards of that cracker’s you mentioned might have something on the ball. Let my bros get rid of them first."

Mylo nodded and agreed to Johnson’s arrangement.

Smiling, Johnson walked up to the celebrities. He searched the crowd with wandering eyes, as if he was looking for someone.

The celebrities dropped their heads in a group, shivering, just like a flock of frightened quail.

Johnson pulled up a beauty and pointed his gun at her head. "Anyone inside the room, listen to me. If you want to stop me from killing them all, play no tricks and get out. If you struggle desperately, then I’ll have it my way."