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The manager pulled back his hand and thought to himself. What’s wrong with Mr. Wayne? The auction
is going to end soon. Why did he invite this bunch of goons who seem like rogues here?
After hesitating for a moment, he took the walkie-talkie from his belt and said, “I’m sorry, I need to
confirm this with Mr. Wayne.”
The leader shrugged and said, “That’s unnecessary. We’ll go in directly to meet him.”
With that, he strode past the manager.
The manager got heated and yelled at the goons while holding his walkie-talkie, “Hey, you guys
can’t…”
“You’re talking too much crap.”
A tall thug, who only wore a piece of gray singlet, glared at the manager before reaching out his huge
hand to seize the top part of the manager’s head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe manager felt an immense force and passed out immediately.
A few committees from the Chamber of Commerce noticed the situation, so they ran over and yelled,
“Hey, what are you guys doing?!”
A figure appeared all of a sudden like a swift breeze and knocked them down.
Seconds later, a gorgeous woman in a red sheath dress was seen standing in the middle of the
committees who had already lost consciousness.
A hotel staff at the end of the corridor witnessed the scene and was petrified. He quickly took out his
phone to get help, but his mind went blank when he saw an empty signal bar on his phone. When he
lifted up his head again, a punch came straight into his face…
Standing at the entrance of the hall, the leader held the handle of the door and turned to order the
charming woman with a perfect body shape, “Jasmine, you have ten minutes to control the monitoring
facilities of this hotel.”
“Sure, Dave.” Jasmine smiled and led two underlings, who were each carrying a piece of huge
luggage, to the other end of the corridor.
“Follow me, Bugsy. Let’s go in and find out what the upper class in Paramount is like.” The leader
smirked and pushed the door open.
“Ha! Upper class…” Bugsy cackled maliciously and waved his hand.
With that, the dozen fierce-looking goons, who were standing behind him, took out their machine guns
from their backpacks.
Standing near the entrance, a committee shouted at the men when he saw them barge in. “Hey, who
are you? This hall is…”
Bang!
A sudden noise of a gunshot interrupted the committees’ utterance.
As a miserable wail emerged in the hall, the leader pulled the trigger again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBang!
A bullet hole was seen on the forehead of the committee, who immediately started to cry.
Before the other guests could regain their composure, the bunch of young goons separated themselves
and ran toward all corners of the hall with machine guns in their hands.
After everyone was in place, the leader gestured for Bugsy to close the door. Then, he walked straight
up to the stage while holding his gun.
While the crowd was in an uproar, he walked past Table No.1 and Table No.2. Seeing that, the
auctioneer freaked out and quickly ran down from the stage.
The gangster went onto the stage with a complacent smile and adjusted his shades under the spotlight.
Then, he looked around the hall and straightened his back before croaking in a deep voice, “Good
evening, everyone. My name is Dave Burrows…”
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