Old Niner frowned. “I‘m afraid things won‘t be that simple.”


    “Perhaps we should inform CEO York and Brother Tyson first.”


    “Not that simple?” George frowned as well. Having done intelligence and information gathering for a long


    time, he was quite experienced in this field


    “Old Niner, what do you mean?”


    Old Niner held a ss of wine and said, “This is such a big bar, and the number of security guards here


    are close to three digits. Why would someone like Sister Thirteene out to meet the guests just


    because they ordered a few bottles of wine?”


    “Moreover...“


    Bang!


    A loud noise came out before Old Niner could finish his words. The door was kicked open.


    In the next moment, dozens of burly men in suits walked in. Their faces were filled with co wrath.


    The man leading the was d in a white suit, his face harsh and severe. There was an unspeakable


    murderous intent swimming in his eyes.


    George immediately stood up and shouted,“ Who are you?


    “What are you trying to do?”


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    The leading man, however, couldn‘t be bothered to exin anything and instantly gestured to his men to


    attack.


    At hismand, his subordinates rushed forward, filling the room with the intent to kill. They all held


    steel pipes in their hands, ready to crush their opponents.


    Bang!


    Someone kicked George in the stomach before he could stand. George was sent flying


    immediately, and crashed into the wall. “Pfftt!” He spewed out a mouthful of blood upon impact.


    “George!”


    Old Niner‘s expression changed dramatically at the sight of George being attacked. He subconseiously


    wanted to take out the dagger from his waist and retaliate. However, someone kicked him in the waist


    before he could do anything.


    Bang!


    Old Niner, who was about to kneel as he tried to stand, was then kicked on the forehead. He was thrown


    away in an instant.


    The three men who followed them here were also beaten up. They couldn‘t fight back at all in this narrow


    space, and they were all wiped to the floor by the men in suits.


    George clutched onto his chest as he got up with great difficulty. He demanded, “What the hell are you


    doing?!”


    “What are we doing..?”


    The leading man was indifferent to George‘s


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    As soon as he finished his words, more than ten security guards rushed forward once more. They began


    to beat up George and his subordinates, punching and kicking violently.


    George and the others resisted bravely, but the space around was much too small and their opponents


    outnumbered them greatly. They could barely retaliate, and were knocked down to the ground again and


    again.


    Both George and Old Niner were aggrieved when they realized they could not fight back at all.


    They no longer dared to bully men and women after they joined Harvey, but they had never suffered a


    bigger humiliation since then.


    Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that they would be beaten up so badly in Hong Kong


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    The leading man in the white suit grabbed George by his neck and lifted George up, before giving


    George another hard p.


    George‘s face stung from the pain, and his body flew in the air from the impact.


    The miserable George climbed up against the wall, staggering. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Who


    the hell are you?”


    “If you touch us, you‘ll regret it!”


    p!


    The man in the white suit pped him again, uncaring of his threat.


    “Regret?”


    “Do you have the right to make us feel regret?”


    “Don‘t you know that this is Hong Kong? That this is our turf?”


    “How dare you meddle with Sister Thirteen in our territory?”


    “You‘re asking for it!”


    George covered his face and yelled defiantly, ‘If you don‘t stop, it‘ll be toote to regret it!)


    Meanwhile, old Niner scurried to the back and quickly dialed Tyson‘s number in secret.


    “Regret?!”


    The man in the suit repeated, his face frosty.


    “I, Scar, have been in the streets for so long! I never feel regret!”


    Right after he finished his words, he grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on George‘s forehead.