By now, Finn Taylor was on the verge of exploding.
Though left with no answer, the guardians didn't dare to probe any further. They didn't want to tempt fate.
However, Hunter Sullivan truly pitied those fighters in the underground arena. 'Why did they have to provoke him? They got beaten up for nothing.'
Finn Taylor drove up to Hunter Sullivan's residence on Pacific Heights.
"Bring out your wine," Finn Taylor immediately commanded the latter upon entering.
Naturally, the latter wasn't going to refuse. 'It seems like my boss is ready to lose himself in alcohol.'
He gestured for the other three men to follow him.
Hunter Sullivan had a vast collection of wine, and the four men carried the entire collection.
