“Yo! Mr. Powell, what’s going on?”
As soon as the middle-aged man walked in, he saw Frederick kneeling on the ground.
He immediately frowned and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
Someone dared to bully Frederick like this in Niarak?
“Mr. Hill, you finally came. I ran into a stupid idiot here who used his martial arts to injure my men.”
“He even said that he could kill someone within ten minutes and then broke my leg!”
“Now that bastard is hiding in his office. You let your men set up their bows and arrows and shoot him when he comes out! I’m going to teach him a lesson!”
Frederick stood up when he saw the man arrive and shouted hysterically.
“Hiss…” The man finally saw the handprint on Frederick’s face clearly, took a deep breath, and asked with a stern expression, “Young master, did that idiot also slap you?”
Frederick nodded. His face instantly turned cold as he said coldly, “It seems like that bastard is quite arrogant! Okay then since I brought people over here, let me help you regain your dignity.”
“Haha, so what if he has strong martial arts? I don’t believe these one hundred people can’t take him down!”
The man sat down leisurely on the sofa while lighting up a cigarette.
“Oh! I remember now. This person is Marcel from Peninsula Hotel – worth billions of dollars with shares in half of Niarak’s entertainment industry! And his background is very strong too!”
“Marcel? Mr. Hill! No wonder why it looked familiar earlier; it only took him one moment to gather so many followers.”
“Young master is really powerful; knowing all sorts of big shots around here! Let’s see how arrogant that bastard can be this time around. Do you think no matter how good at fighting he’s he can beat one hundred people?”
“That’s right. Look at those ten compound bows with arrowheads thicker than fingers; more lethal than guns themselves!”
Danna exclaimed excitedly while pointing towards them, “I’m going to shoot an arrow too. Directly into that bastard’s eyeballs!”
Danna and her friends were once again exhilarated upon seeing Marcel after being humiliated by Flynn earlier. They had been holding back their anger for some time now!
Scarlet inside the office heard all this commotion outside which made her nervous hands finally release its grip.
So Mr. Hill was actually Marcel who got slapped by Flynn at the Peninsula Hotel!
When this group appeared before her eyes, she felt as though her heart was about to jump out of its place, beads of sweat started forming behind Scarlet’s back…
After Marcel spoke, she immediately recognized his voice and felt relieved when the models mentioned his name.
“Who doesn’t know the name of the young leader for Niarak? That idiot who dared to hit your face will suffer the consequences!”
“Mr. Powell, don’t worry. I’m here to teach him a lesson today. Even God can’t save him!” Marcel narrowed his eyes, emitting an endless coldness.
“Wow! Mr. Hill is so cool! It’s an honor to see Mr. Hill’s imposing figure here!”
“This is a big shot! Following Frederick has opened our eyes; we can see all kinds of heroes now!”
“That’s what a real man looks like! Those country bumpkins who spend their monthly salary on a cheap necklace just to chase after us are nothing compared to them! They’re all poor suckers licking our boots!”
“Yes, being one of Frederick’s many women means my ancestors accumulated good karma. I must lick him hard until he doesn’t want me anymore and then find an honest man to marry.”
The models were amazed by Marcel’s domineering speech and developed strong admiration for Frederick at the same time.
“With Mr. Hill saying that, I feel relieved,” said Frederick arrogantly as he nodded towards Marcel before turning towards his men and saying, “This is that bastard’s company; didn’t he complain about us making it dirty? Then let’s smash it up until there isn’t even one tile left standing!”
“I want to see if this trash dares come out and stop us!”
Marcel’s men didn’t hesitate when they heard this order; they all had weapons with them as they started smashing everything in sight – chairs, sofas, computers, desks – nothing was spared.
In their eyes, anyone who dared upset Frederick in Niarak was practically asking for death so they smashed everything with extra force.
“Flynn, they’re smashing things outside!” Scarlet wanted to go out but Flynn held her back calmly saying, “Let them finish; these things are old anyway. We’ll get new ones later.”
The models were excited seeing how messy everything had become in this 100 square meter office space.
“That son of bitch hasn’t even shown himself yet. He must be scared shitless right now thinking about how tough you are! Keep going guys!”
“A tiger won’t show its might unless provoked. Frederick kneeling down shows restraint but wait till you see what happens next. Your life is over, buddy.”
“Frederick is not a tiger, he’s a dragon! Niarak’s dragon! He can summon the wind and rain. A sneeze from him could kill several people! That little fish will soon know who rules this roost!”
Frederick stood in the center directing everyone to smash things while the models collectively went excited, eager to see Flynn being tortured.
“Not bad! You guys did a great job. I’ll treat you all to dinner later,” Frederick said with satisfaction before turning towards the office and shouting, “You cowardly piece of crap! I’ve smashed everything here into pieces. Are you still not coming out?”
“You’re so arrogant. Keep it up!” Marcel also sneered before flicking his cigarette butt onto the office door and standing up coldly saying, “He won’t come out? Then let’s break down that door.”
“I want to see which thug dares show off in front of Mr. Powell!”
Ten men holding compound bows immediately aimed at the office door.
Two men holding batons grabbed onto the doorknob and pulled it open forcefully.
“Mr. Hill is so impressive! Did your underlings have fun?” Flynn sat smiling on his chair with a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes.
“Haha, did you see that? Scared now? Praising Mr. Hill for being impressive but asking if they had fun too? Does he think we won’t do anything just because we smashed things?”
“Smashing things was just an appetizer; dealing with this little punk is where it gets interesting. Hopefully he has written his last words already.”
“Nope, I can’t take that smug face anymore; give me a bow so I can shoot him dead right now!” The anger of the models flared up again as they chattered noisily.
Marcel saw Flynn and couldn’t help but stare hard at him for a moment.
Wait… why was it him?!
“Why aren’t you speaking?” Flynn got up from his chair squinting as he walked out with an ambiguous smile on his face saying, “Everything outside has been destroyed but my office hasn’t been touched yet.”
“How about you go inside to smash some stuff too?”
Everyone clearly heard what was behind those words, causing them all to pause momentarily.
Frederick raised an eyebrow sharply.
This guy was too arrogant, facing ten compound bows and hundreds of thugs yet still daring enough to speak like this. Didn’t he know how to spell death?