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Stefan chuckled coldly.

"That bastard's here? Even better! "Move! I'm going inside!" Stefan was just about to push the man and enter the VIP lounge area.

"Rules are rules, Consul. I do hope that you won't make things harder for US." The man showed a bitter expression, and quietly made a gesture. A dozen security guards showed up, glaring coldly at them.

Judging from their firearms in hand, they were fully prepared for anything to happen. A fight would break out if anything were to go wrong.

Stefan cto cause trouble in the first place; there was no need for him to hold back. He chuckled coldly, then slapped the man to the ground.

Slap! "Are you threatening me? Do you think you can do that just because you have Amos's support? "I'm going in! Catif you dare! "Even if my men lose a single strand of hair, I'll make you know regret!" Stefan then strutted inside.

The man showed a gloomy expression, but he wouldn't dare get his cpu subordinates to pull the trigger. After all, no matter how impressive he was, he knew just how powerful Stefan's identity was.

clearly here to cause

small fries could only pray that they don't

man gave a few looks, and the security guards

times, speaking reason wouldn't work at all. That would only be possible with reasonable

Stefan was here to cause trouble, Harvey would've slapped him in the face if he had been held outside of the

show his cards and

on his mask before following behind Stefan,

later, Stefan and the others arrived at the front of the