Meanwhile, in the largest private room on the third floor, Ainsley was lounging on a sofa with a beautiful woman in his arms and a cigar in his hand. Two other wealthy gentlemen were also present, each accompanied by their own attractive companions and never without their cigarettes and drinks.
"Congratulations, Mr Thunder." said the tall gentleman as he raised his glass to him. "Another big project secured! We look forward to your continued patronage."
"Don't worry," replied Ainsley with a smile as he clinked glasses with him. "I won't forget about you guys."
"Oh right," said the other gentleman after taking a puff of his cigar. "How's your daughter's heart surgery going? Did you find an appropriate donor yet?"
"Yes, if everything goes according to plan, she'll be on the operating table within half an hour!"
Thinking about it made him even happier than before-his daughter had been waiting for this surgery for almost two months now and the Thunder family had tried everything they could think of to make it happen. As for the little girl who was donating her heart, she wasn't someone who concerned him at all. In his worldview, everyone was born into different classes of society; being able to have another child's heart transplanted into his offspring was already considered an immense favor.
"Really? That's great news! Congratulations again!" said both gentlemen at once.
"Thanks!" laughed Ainsley as he downed what remained of his drink.
BOOM!
Suddenly there came a powerful gust of wind that blasted through their private room like it was nothing but paper mache-wood chips flew everywhere.
Three beautiful women screamed out in surprise.
"What the hell, who dares to cause trouble here?" The tall playboy was startled. After speaking, he stood up and walked towards Billy and Casey.
"Where did you come from, you don't know your place..."
Bang!
Casey kicked him and the playboy flew out like a car had hit him. He crashed into the wall behind him, spitting blood before passing out.
"Ah..." The three women screamed out again in shock.
"Ainsley stay, everyone else get out!" Casey said.
The three women and the other man didn't hesitate for a second as they quickly ran towards the door. After witnessing what happened to the tall playboy, they didn't dare say another word.
"Who are you guys...?" Ainsley regained his composure after a brief moment of shock. This was Thunder family's territory; he didn't believe anyone would dare to do anything to him here. Moreover, he believed that with such commotion happening here, his people would soon arrive. In no more than three minutes these two boys in front of him would know what happened when someone challenged him.
Before he finished speaking, Billy raised his hand and slapped him.
Ainsley was directly thrown to the ground, rolling over a long distance before he stopped, and his two front teeth fell out of his mouth with blood gushing from the wounds.
"Fuck, how dare you!" Ainsley shouted angrily after struggling to get up, "I swear I'm gonna make your life worse than death today..."
Billy suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. He lifted his foot to step on Ainsley's right ankle. With a few crisp noises, Ainsley's ankle was crushed.
"Ah..." Ainsley let out a hysterical scream that could probably be heard throughout the entire place.
Just then, a hurried sound came from the aisle. Shortly after, seven or eight people in black rushed in, each with a Desert Eagle in hand.
"Fuck! Are you two looking for death? How dare you harm Mr Thunder!" Shouted the first man.
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