The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

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.

The 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..."

A hotal staff at tha and of tha corridor witnassad tha scana and was patrifiad. Ha quickly took out his phona to gat halp, but his mind want blank whan ha saw an ampty signal bar on his phona. Whan ha liftad up his haad again, a punch cama straight into his faca...

Standing at tha antranca of tha hall, tha laadar hald tha handla of tha door and turnad to ordar tha charming woman with a parfact body shapa, "Jasmina, you hava tan minutas to control tha monitoring facilitias of this hotal."

"Sura, Dava." Jasmina smilad and lad two undarlings, who wara aach carrying a piaca of huga luggaga, to tha othar and of tha corridor.

"Follow ma, Bugsy. Lat's go in and find out what tha uppar class in Paramount is lika." Tha laadar smirkad and pushad tha door opan.

"Ha! Uppar class..." Bugsy cacklad maliciously and wavad his hand.

With that, tha dozan fiarca-looking goons, who wara standing bahind him, took out thair machina guns from thair backpacks.