In no time, Franklin Wilson and his men gained control over the situation, then the Major-General started clearing the scene.
He scanned across the faces of the guests in the hall and said in an unfeeling voice, "Those who are not involved in this matter may leave the premise now."
Everyone scurried away upon Franklin Wilson's order.
Even though they were curious to know the developments of the situation but judging from the way things were; it was obvious that what might happen later wasn't going to be pleasant. If they did not leave now, they might not have a chance to leave after that.
As such, not a single guest stayed on.
Even Sean Smith and his family left hurried with the crowd.
In less than a few minutes, the only people left in the spacious reception hall were Nathan, Penny, Franklin Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, Franklin Wilson's soldiers as well as Shannon Russo and her subordinates.
Nathan looked at Shannon Russo, who seemed to be still processing the situation, and asked, "So, do you still want me to kneel down in front of you?"
Shannon Russo was currently the sole target of ten submachine guns. Furthermore, her subordinates had all already surrendered.
Any other person would have been scared out of their minds.
However, that didn't apply to Shannon Russo.
As she slowly recovered from her shock, the woman stared at Nathan Cross while she sized him up. It was like she was reassessing him, then she said coldly, "Nathan Cross, it seems like I've underestimated you. It's a surprise that you have Major-General Wilson as your backing and that's a very smart move on your part."
After taking a pause, Shannon Russo continued with a sneer, "I've failed miserably this time around and I'll accept the consequences. The police will at most charge me with attempted murder. With the Russo family's powerful status and influence, I'm sure I'll be released in no time, even if I have to go to jail."
While the woman spoke, she strode towards Nathan Cross unhurriedly.
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