The man's tone was full of mockery; he really couldn't understand what John was thinking.
His master taking an interest in John was proof enough that he saw some utility in him.
He couldn't seriously think he had the right to refuse, could he?
In this place, even if you are strong, if you lack backing, you're just another person to be trampled underfoot!
Silver Tear saw the arrogance of these men and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Enough, let's not waste words here. If you're willing to come with us, then follow. If you're not, then don't blame us for getting physical."
After he spoke, the men waiting at the door also showed fierce expressions, looking at John as if ready to attack at his slightest refusal, prepared to teach John a lesson!
Dark Fox watched these men, pondering their next move.
If they really started a fight here, then the owner of Rose Hotel would definitely not let it slide.
They knew all too well that initiating a fight here was not allowed.
Even if they were defending themselves, it would inevitably draw them into messy affairs.
They still needed to ensure Victor's safe departure later; they couldn't afford to escalate the situation now!
"Have you made up your mind? Our master is very sincere in sending us to invite you. Don't be unwise; starting a fight would be bad for everyone."
The man sneered when he saw John still sitting motionless, and took a step forward intending to grab him.
At that moment, John slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man opposite him.
"Is that so?"
The man was already growing impatient and was about to curse, but in the next instant, his pupils dilated in shock.
He found himself frozen in place, unable to move.
Even his breathing began to quicken, and suddenly, it felt as if an invisible force was clutching their throats!
The men standing at the door also felt as if they were being controlled by an unseen force, completely unable to resist.
Even with all their strength, their efforts were futile, as if their fingers were being crushed by a massive mountain.
The man instinctively wanted to curse out loud, but when he saw John's gaze, he abruptly shut his mouth.
It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
His gaze was too frightening!
Who exactly was this person?
Fear filled their eyes, thinking they were about to die here, but the next second...
Bang!
They were bound by an invisible force and thrown out the door!
"If your so-called master wants to meet me, tell him to come here himself."
The man felt the force with which he was thrown to the ground was enormous, almost causing him to vomit his organs out!
They exchanged glances, helping each other back to their master's room.
Their master was the middle-aged man who had been observing the fight earlier.
The middle-aged man's room was still as opulent as ever, with a chubby man still sitting beside him, embracing two beauties.
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The middle-aged man's voice was calm, as he idly played with an apple in his hand.
The leader suddenly knelt down with a thud, continuously bowing his head, his voice trembling.
"We really don't have the capability, he is just too strong!"
They simply couldn't contend with that man! Even in his presence, they had no ability to fight back!
One of them, already trembling with fear, felt like their end was near.
From the moment of their failure, they knew there was no escape.
The master would not allow them to continue living if they failed to complete the mission; for the master, those who fail had only one fate—death!
One of them had already knelt down, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Then, they smelled a strong odor of urine.
Upon closer inspection, they realized one of them had been so frightened that he had wet his pants.
The others grew even more terrified, their whole bodies shaking like sieves.
The man who had wet himself had now completely fainted.
"It seems my carpet is dirty again; time to get a new one," the middle-aged man remarked, as the others continued to bow incessantly.
But they could not even utter a plea for mercy; the room was filled only with the sound of their bowing.
They all knew that the middle-aged man detested the sound of crying and pleading, so if they started to cry out now, they would only meet their ends faster!
The leader was filled with regret.
If only he had known, he would have preferred to die at the hands of that man!