No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 24

Everyone’s expressions changed after hearing these words. Homer and Peter even began to let out sarcastic laughter.

Even a good drinker would have a hard time downing a bottle of vodka with 56% alcohol content in one go. Moreover, Homer was used to drinking red wine. His stomach would be wrecked if he had to down an entire bottle of spirits.

This was a murder attempt!

"Forget about them, Gibbs. Handcuff that guy first..."

Peter was desperate to put Leo in trouble but how could Homer, a warrant officer, take this humiliation lying down?

"You still have 30 seconds."

Homer's eyes were as cold as a snake's. He looked at the brawny man, then at Leo.

He was warning the others.

How he dealt with this group of strong men would be how he would deal with them.

"Fuck you! Don't test me!"

The burly man's face darkened. He picked up the bottle of vodka and smashed it down on Homer's head.

Homer did not make a move. Rather, the bodyguard beside him reacted swiftly and shattered the bottle with a kick.

Vodka spilled and glass fragments scattered all over the floor.

"You have bodyguards?"

When the burly man saw this, his eyes lit up. He rushed forward, raised his knee, and rammed into the bodyguard.

The strike was so fierce that the bodyguard crumpled on the floor in a heap.

The guests took a step back with trepidation and they looked at the group of aggressors with even more horror in their eyes. It seemed that these men had no respect whatsoever for a warrant officer representing the military region in Emerdale.

Homer called out two of his subordinates and shouted, "Get him!" Two men followed suit and charged at the burly man.

Seeing that things were getting out of control, the guests retreated with pale faces, for fear that they would be implicated. Victor, the manager, did not know what to do.

When he looked over at Leo, he found that he was still tasting the wine calmly and watching everything with a smile.

"Ha-ha! How long do you think Seth needs to defeat those two?"

Laughter resounded and one of the burly men said excitedly, "I'll be the dealer! Bet whatever you want!"

"He's been sobered up for half a minute, and his mind is still in a mess. I say, two and a half minutes at the minimum."

"Cut the crap. How much are you betting?"

"500!"

"300! Three minutes!"

"800 for me! Two and a half minutes!"

Before the burly man named Seth fought with the two men, his companions sat on the floor and begun wagering bets. They did not look concerned for their friend at all.

"Hans, aren't you going to play along?"

The dealer winked at the tanned, tall man in the middle with a cheeky smile.

"One minute."

The dark-skinned man continued drinking without much of an expression, his gaze drifting toward the railing. He seemed completely uninterested in the battle.

It was as if the outcome of the battle had been decided a long time ago.

"You bastards, I'm being bullied here, but you're taking bets on me! I'll make you lose until you only have the clothes on your back!"

Seth flew into a rage after hearing his companions' words. He began launching a fierce attack without giving his opponents any chance to retaliate.

The two men fell to the ground, like battered sandbags. No one saw how Seth struck them.

"59 seconds, plus one second to spare." The dark-skinned man named Hans could not help but laugh.