" Young master, the owner of this bar is not complying, he doesn't want to empty the bar before closing time like you asked for "
One of Marcus's tier4 subordinates said as Marcus began losing his cool.
" What is it with these retards? I'm paying them 200 fucking million gold coins for a shabby place like this, yet they don't want to give face to me?
I'm Marcus Aurelius for god's sake, my father is a Monarch.
Well fuck it then, kill everyone who is inside, we will deal with the fallout later " Marcus said as he stomped his foot like a spoiled brat
His subordinates looked at each other and then at the two tier5 personal guard's of Marcus.
In the end when the two tier 5 guards nodded their heads, the other henchmen ran inside the bar to cause trouble.
The bar owner was half expecting trouble, hence when the ten tier4 henchmen rushed inside his establishment, he was all armoured up and ready to fight.
