Even if it was a martial artist, so what?


    There were plenty of those in the Southern Territory.


    Nash furled his fingers together.


    An invisible force pulled Anderson up and dragged him toward Nash.


    Nash used one hand to grab Anderson by the hair and pped him across the face using his other


    hand.


    “This p is for your brazenness!


    “This p is on behalf of Shanice!


    “This p is on behalf of Enzo!”


    Nash pped him thrice in a row.


    He had gotten the details of what had happened when he was giving


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    Shanice medical treatment.


    Anderson had brought some men over for a meal.


    Shanice had informed them that the hotel was temporarily not open to the public for business as


    someone had booked the venue for a private function.


    Upon hearing that, Anderson immediately pped her.


    Then, because he was worried the security footage would get leaked, he asked Enzo, the head of


    security, to delete the footage.


    When Enzo refused to do so, Anderson shot him in the leg.


    When Shanice jumped in front of Enzo to protect him, Anderson shot him in the shoulder as well.


    Thankfully, he had not murdered anyone. If any of them had gotten. killed, Nash would not have


    hesitated to take Anderson’s life as well.


    “Oh, wait. You pped Shanice twice!”


    Nash’s palm struck Anderson’s face once again.


    Anderson had been pped so much that his face was now disfigured. His face was swollen beyond


    recognition.


    Nash let go of Anderson’s hair and said tly, “Now, call your master!”


    Anderson stumbled and fell to the ground, his hands trembling as he took his phone out. However, he


    did not dare make the phone call.


    Everything he had done today was of his own ord. The general had no idea what was going on.


    If the general knew what he was up to, Anderson would imme be shot to death.


    “What’s the matter? Too scared to make the call?”


    Nash directed his gaze downward to stare at Anderson.


    He sneered as he took his phone out. “I’ll make the call if you’re not going to do it!”


    Anderson’s body stiffened as he looked up and stared at Nash intently.


    He thought the man would ask him for a number to dial. However, he had already begun typing out a


    string of numbers.


    Impossible!


    There was no way he would have the Warden of the Southern


    Territory’s phone number.


    The call soon connected.


    “Hello? Who’s this?”


    A solemn-sounding voice rang out from the other end of the line.


    Anderson began trembling violently upon hearing that familiar voice.


    Why did he have the Warden of the Southern Territory’s phone number?


    Who on earth was he?


    “It’s me, Nash…”


    “Gosh, what took you so long to call?”


    Artoile’s excited-sounding voice rang out from the other end of the line.


    Nash smiled a slight smile. “Well, you have one of your subordinates to thank for this call. I wouldn’t


    have called and taken you away from your work if they hadn’t been abusing their power!”


    “Abusing their power?”


    Artoile’s voice took on a serious tone.


    Nash said, “I’ll have to trouble you toe by the Empire Hotel!”


    “Alright, I’ll be right there!”


    Artoile’s voice was already tinged with anger.


    When Nash hung up the phone, he said coldly, “Do you really think you have that much power when


    you’re just a major?”


    Anderson’s brain felt like it was turning into mush as he asked, “W- Who on earth are you?”


    Nash chuckled. “I own the Empire Hotel!”


    At the Glory Hotel, Artoile was dressed in some in-looking clothes before he left his room.


    Sicard, who was smoking in the corridor, immediately snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it into the bin


    when he caught sight of Artoile. As he grinned, he asked, “Hello, Warden. Are you going out for a


    walk?”