The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 226: Human Wave Tactics]

Under the night sky, in the parking lot of Venice Beach, Frank set up a barbecue grill.

Fat dripped onto the glowing charcoal, sizzling away. Hawke took a generous handful of lamb skewers, skillfully brushed oil and seasoning on them. The mouth-watering aroma of the marinated meat instantly filled the air.

"Alright, you've learned my five-star barbecuing skills!"

Across from him, Frank took a big swig of beer and gave Hawke a thumbs up. "Just don't add that chili powder; I can't handle it."

Edward chimed in, "A skewered meat without chili has no soul."

Frank shot back, "That's something only a fool who's fit for fried chicken would say, so shut it."

Hawke, annoyed by their bickering, suggested, "Either you both help out with the grilling or zip it."

The two finally quieted down for a moment.