The gangsters kept shouting. They were so loud.
After a while, and still no sign of Viola and Marsha, the red-haired leader ordered, “Bros, those two cowards are still hiding in the hotel. What do you think we should do?”
“Smash the hotel!”
“Yes, smash it!”
“Give them a lesson!”
“Make this place a ruin!”
Hearing these roars, The red-haired man laughed.
With the steel pipe on his shoulder, he said, “Okay… Alright, let’s smash his hotel. Let’s start smashing it! Let them know who The White Group is!”
As soon as he said that, the red-haired man swung his steel pipe randomly.
Tables, chairs, reception counter, floors, and walls-pretty much everything was smashed.
The originally magnificent hotel lobby instantly had holes in them. Everywhere was covered with cracks and debris.
Once could see these people was really trying to to make the hotel smashed. It was horrible.
It was then that the elevator doors opened suddenly.
Viola left the elevator with Marsha, and Cheryl was right behind him.
“Yo! You came out at last!” The red-haired young man taunted, pointing the steel tube at Bolot.
Viola glanced at the terrified female attendants, trembling security guards, and the hole-filled lobby, and a hint of anger appeared on his face.
These gangsters were so lawless!
“Commander, this is my responsibility. I will handle it,” Marsha said to Bolot.
This incident started because of Marsha. If Marsha had not beaten the gangsters up last night, the hotel would not have suffered.
However, how could Viola possibly put all the blame on Marsha?
“Marsha, stand back. I’ll take care of this…” Viola said to Marsha.
“I said I’ll take care of this!” Viola fumed.
Marsha could only shut up and watch silently.
Viola walked toward the red-haired young man.
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