Chapter 881

"Alright. Just wait and see!" Barney ignored the pain wracking his body and rose to his feet to call for some backup. The moment Barney stood, however, he saw a group of men walking in through the hotel's revolving door. The man leading the group was none other than the son of the owner of Xancentia Entertainment—Marcus Zimmerman. "Over here, Mr. Zimmerman!" Barney tucked away his cell phone and sprinted over. "Is that you, Barney?" Marcus inspected the man in front of him meticulously and asked in an uncertain tone. "Yes, Mr. Zimmerman." Barney bowed and nodded repeatedly. "How did you get beaten up so badly?" Marcus scanned Barney from head to toe, and his frown deepened. "That brings us to what I want to tell you, Mr. Zimmerman." Barney proceeded to recount the tale, but he pinned all the blame on Perseus and his gang. "It's that punk over there. He downright disrespected Xancentia Entertainment. He even had the gall to cut me off when I was about to bring you the lady who