Chapter 1815

The buzz-cut Middleist was very confident. Every man by Ollie's side was his comrade-in-arms, a veteran who had clawed his way out of blood and fire. Some had lived as fugitives, others as special forces, and a few had even worked as terrorists. In short, they were all killing machines—no one could possibly stand against them. The guests stayed in the villa and looked at Jack's subordinates with a mixture of disdain and pity. They included nobles of imperial bloodlines, high-ranking officials, and wealthy heirs and heiresses. Jack's men were nothing more than low-class citizens. Mocking laughter and scornful comments quickly followed. "I can't believe anyone would be foolish enough to provoke Mr. Hayner. Are they courting death?" "Even the royalties dare not offend Mr. Hayner." "Mr. Hayner's power is beyond anything an ordinary person could possibly comprehend." "Just wait. Those fools are destined for a grim and pitiful end." Before the guests could continue their mockery, a lo