Chapter 108: Do you have any memory of last night?

Frank was holding that broken bottle, and he viciously kicked the bartender in the stomach.

"Spiked the drink, huh?" Another kick from Frank. "I can't stand scum like you."

"Mr. Wilson."

Frank's presence was the best kind of authorization; no one tried to stop him.

"Don't want to go to the police station, huh? Take him away with me."

Frank lit a cigarette, and the man struggled, only to be pressed back down.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who my brother is?"

Frank stepped on the bartender's head with his shoe, grinding it down. "I don't give a damn who your brother is. Blame your own bad luck. Heaven has a road, but you refused to take it. Hell has no door, but you insisted on barging in."

According to Colin's wishes, they could have taken him to the police station and used human society's methods to ensure that someone with a criminal record like him would never get out.

But if he insisted on causing trouble, they wouldn't hesitate to play rough.

A werewolf scum dare