"Master Hale, where were you? I was almost beaten to death by your Glavalean people!" Sigmund Hampton roared angrily. "I came to this golf club to play golf, to give you face. Now, I've been injured like this. How do you think we should handle this?"
"Master Sigmund, I'm sorry. I had some urgent matters to attend to just now, I didn't mean for any of this to happen." The young man hurriedly apologized. "Master Sigmund, please tell me, who hurt you? I'll give you a favorable price."
"It's that wretched... woman!" Sigmund Hampton originally wanted to say the word 'bitch,' but he quickly changed his words when he sensed the killing intent emanating from Night Orchid.
The young man furrowed his brows and turned to look at Night Orchid. "You there, who are you? How dare you hurt my esteemed guest on my turf? Do you have a death wish?"
"Is this golf club yours?" Billy assessed the situation. "Well, that's perfect. These few Oriana scoundrels have been harming our Glavalean compatriots here. Do you know about this?"
"You guys don't know your limits!" the young man retorted angrily. "Do you even know who he is? Daring to treat him like this, do you want to die?"
"From the way you speak, it seems you know about the earlier incident?" Billy asked coldly.
"He knows, he was here earlier!" someone in the crowd responded.
"He even threatened that lady, saying if she didn't go with the Orianan people for drinks, he would make sure she has no place to stay in the capital!"
"Yes, we can all testify to that!" two others chimed in.
"Shut up!" The young man waved his hand after giving them a stern look. "Get them out!"
"Yes!" Several men in black immediately responded and took out their electric batons, ready to take action.
"If you dare to touch them even once, you can forget about your hands!" Night Orchid said sternly.
The young man frowned. "Such big words. I want to see if you have the guts!" He shouted again, "What are you waiting for, go ahead!"
Several men in black took a deep breath and then rushed towards the crowd.
"Foolish!" Shane Cross led four SHADOW members and followed suit.
In the next moment, a crisp sound echoed as the men in black were sent tumbling.
"Ah..." They simultaneously cried out in pain.
"You scoundrel! You're dead!" The young man roared. "You wait, today I won't let you off, my surname is Holmes!"
"Holmes?" Billy narrowed his eyes. "A member of the Holmes family?"
"You only realize it now?" The young man retorted angrily. "Too late!"
Afterward, he took out his phone and dialed a number, walking a few steps away as he made the call.
The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment when they heard him, realizing that he was from the Holmes clan. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant!
"Look him up!" Billy turned to Night Orchid.
"Yes!" Night Orchid nodded and used her phone to start investigating. In less than five minutes, she looked back at Billy. "Boss, I've found out. This golf club is indeed owned by the Holmes family, and the guy's name is Hale Holmes, he's the general manager of this club."
"There's no record of him in the SHADOW files, and I've checked the police station's information. In the past few years, although he's committed some offenses, they weren't severe enough to warrant execution. But he deserves about ten years in prison!"
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