This punch was fierce and heavy, sending him flying a great distance before his head collided with the wall.
Stars burst in Eric's vision, and he was thoroughly disoriented, still unable to process what he had done to offend the formidable marshal.
"Take him away and make sure I never see him in Sois again!" Walter Schmidt coldly instructed the bodyguards at the door, his dark eyes emitting a murderous aura.
"Yes." Two bodyguards entered, quickly hauling away the striptease artist from the ground.
At the entrance to the private room, the waiter who had just taken money to bring Eric there went pale, bowing his head in silence. Seeing the bodyguards take Eric away, he hurriedly closed the door.
Emma Benson clutched her clothing, leaning against the sofa. Her vision began to blur again, yet she retained a shred of clarity in her mind. Bowing her head, she felt extremely embarrassed.
