"Third Master, should we get a room here?" A subordinate at his side saw his bloodshot eyes and worried he wouldn't hold up.
"Humph." Chester Hanson sneered, a murderous aura flickering in his eyes. "By tomorrow morning, I want to see one of Morek's hands!"
"Yes, sir." The subordinate halted, his face solemn and reverent. He watched Hanson leave before returning to his own room.
The door to the private room was forcefully closed, followed by the faint sound of a man's heart-wrenching screams. The bouncer standing outside the room changed his expressions to a cold sternness, exuding an air of killing intent.
Whoever dares to mess with Master Hanson surely won't end up well!
Tara Summer was carried out of President Yancey's club. Many onlookers were taken aback by the sight of such a large group, and by their display of force, it was clear that they were not to be messed with.
