A subordinate hesitantly said, "Lord Drake, there are quite a few esteemed guests in the venue today. Are we searching them too?"
Dante Drake glanced over, gritting his teeth, "I mean everyone!"
After receiving the order, members of The Dark Tower searched each private room. Although everyone was displeased, seeing the aggressive demeanor of The Dark Tower members, they could only swallow their dissatisfaction and let them search.
Any man who was slim and about 1.73 meters tall, regardless of age, was taken away by them.
Until they reached the last private room, they hadn’t even approached when the guard at the door flipped them out.
The Dark Tower members were at the peak of their momentum. Seeing their companions suffer a setback, they rushed up without hesitation, only to be thrown back even faster, piling up in the corridor.
Steward Archer, having just suffered a major setback, was full of pride after a smooth search. But seeing his men beaten back, his face immediately sank, "You dare obstruct The Dark Tower’s work? Are you courting death?"
The man guarding the doorway’s expression didn’t change, shouting, "Get lost!"
"Quite bold, telling my Dark Tower people to get lost, move aside!" Steward Archer couldn’t help but charge forward.
With a bang, Steward Archer’s nose was broken.
Those watching couldn’t believe what they saw, huddling together to discuss.
"Isn’t that Steward Archer in charge of the auction house from The Dark Tower? And he got hit."
"Hitting someone from The Dark Tower, this guy’s probably going to come in standing but go out horizontally."
"If he merely went out horizontally, that would be good. Considering the power of The Dark Tower, offending them might drag down his whole family..."
"Isn’t it just a search of the private rooms? Why such a reckless move?"
"Young people just haven’t experienced enough..."
Steward Archer clutched his aching nose, looking coldly at the person blocking the door.
A mere guard dared to make a move against him in broad daylight, truly not knowing the limits of his own ability!
"I’ll say it again, move aside! Or face the consequences!"
The person at the door’s expression remained unchanged, clearly unfazed by the steward’s threat.
Steward Archer was incensed, pointing at the other, "Alright, alright! Just wait!" Follow current novels on N0veI.Fiɾe.net
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice rang out, "What’s happening here?"
Dante Drake, accompanied by The Dark Tower members, strode over.
Steward Archer was overjoyed, flashing a ruined-expression look at the guy guarding the door, and then rushed forward, embellishing the earlier situation.
Dante Drake furrowed his brows, visibly displeased, and was about to question the matter. However, when he saw the face of the man blocking the door, his expression suddenly changed.
Steward Archer didn’t notice, standing behind Dante Drake, sneering, "Weren’t you so good at fighting, so arrogant just now? Why are you like a dead dog now? If you want to live, get on your knees! If you kneel, maybe I’ll consider pleading with Lord Drake for you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dante Drake’s slap fiercely struck Steward Archer’s face.
Steward Archer was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Dante Drake, "Lord Drake, why did you hit me?"
Dante Drake ignored Steward Archer, instead walking over to the man, speaking softly, "Brother Wraith, there’s been a misunderstanding. My men acted rashly and offended you, please don’t take it to heart."