Bang!
Zeke gently lifted Lenard and caused the latter's head to smash into the ceiling, creating a giant hole there as a result.
“Now, do I have the right to meet your general manager?”
Lenard was on the verge of breaking down. Holy f*ck. Is this guy a psycho? He's so violent! I can't believe he beat me up without hesitation! This guy is like a combination of a psycho and a violent brute!
Of course, he wasn't going to deny Zeke's request any longer. He quickly agreed, “You have the right to meet him. I'll give the general manager a call right now.”
Only then did Zeke let him go. “Go ahead.”
Lenard pulled out his phone in a fluster and called the general manager, Grayson Baxter. “Gray, where are you? Come over to my office quickly. There's a VIP here whom you need to welcome personally. This VIP's identity is really special. Take a few more people with you to greet him properly.”
He intentionally emphasized the phrases “take a few more people with you” and “greet him properly” as a subtle way of telling Grayson to bring muscles into the office to get rid of Zeke.
Both of them were like-minded people, so Grayson could tell Lenard was in trouble immediately based on his tone alone.
“Got it,” Grayson replied in a deep voice before hanging up.
Less than five minutes later, someone knocked on Lenard's door.
A man's voice was heard from outside. “Lenny, it's me, Grayson.”
Lenard glanced at Zeke fearfully.
Zeke nodded slightly.
With Zeke's permission, Lenard scrambled toward the door and opened it.
A well-mannered man in a suit strolled into the room.
When he saw how messy the office appeared and how wretched Lenard looked, he gasped in shock. This is more serious than I thought.
“What's going on, Lenny?” he asked.
Lenard's fearful sight turned to Zeke. “I-It's him.”
Grayson followed his line of sight and stared at Zeke.
After studying Zeke briefly, he chuckled. “You're getting more and more useless, Lenny. You can't even take care of a nameless thug.”
Lenard quickly refuted, “He's not just a thug, Gray. He's very powerful.”
“As if. The clothes on him barely add up to a thousand. This is a classic case of a vagrant robbing a place because they're driven mad by their poverty.” Upon determining his target was a poor thug, Grayson lowered his guard. He snapped his finger. “Come in.”
Whoosh!
Rapid, noisy footsteps could be heard outside the room. In the blink of an eye, twenty-odd fighters had rushed into the room, cramping the office.
Despite being surrounded by the fighters, Zeke's expression remained unchanged.
However, deep down, he was a little surprised. I thought Tavvy was the general manager. I was going to call him over and have him punish Lenard. It didn't occur to me that a stranger would show up. It seems that I need to teach them all a lesson and use them to call Tavvy over.
A blonde man turned to Grayson. “Should we cripple him or kill him?”
He was very arrogant.
Grayson glanced at Lenard. “You've suffered in his hands, so you get to choose how he should be punished.”
With Grayson's and so many fighters' support, Lenard straightened his back and stared at Zeke mockingly. “Don't say I didn't give you a chance, Zeke. Kneel, apologize to me, and call me Sir at once. If you do that, maybe I'll spare you. Otherwise, I'll cripple you first before torturing you to death! You'd better think carefully. I'm not kidding right now. I'm a man of my word.”
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