"I heard someone was throwing a banquet here, so the humble Silas Cook came to liven things up!"
After kicking open the door to the private room, Silas Cook swaggered in, holding a bottle of alcohol.
Several burly underlings followed him.
Calvin Leopold and his group didn't come in; they stood outside, listening.
They were just waiting for Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed to be humiliated before they came in to enjoy the spectacle.
"Sir, you..."
Slap!
A waiter had just started to speak when one of Silas Cook's underlings slapped him across the face.
"Are you fucking blind? You don't recognize Brother Silas?"
This slap startled the Radcliffe Group employees and members of the Radcliffe Clan present.
These few people already looked fierce and ferocious, and with their aggressive entrance, how could anyone not be afraid?
"It's alright, don't scare the guests!"
Silas Cook gestured with his hand, signaling his underlings to back off.
