Offending any of them would be like courting death. However, Marco beat them up without hesitation.


    His actions today could spell doom for himter on. There was no denying that these men would want


    to have their pound of flesh.


    Nheless, Klein sighed as he admired Marco’s courage in his mind.


    Never did it cross his mind that Marco would be willing to sacrifice so much because of Loraine.


    But was it really worth it to offend so many powerful people just for an ex-wife?


    Shortly after, the men held their sore spots and managed to sit up on the floor. Once they regained a


    little strength, curses and groans filled the room.


    “Fuck! It hurts like hell! That son of a bitch! How dare he hit me so hard? Marco has crossed the line. I


    must get back at him!”


    “Where is that bitch called Loraine? I’ll kill her once I’m done with


    Marco!”


    “Those two won’t get away with this. They will rot in jail!”


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    Klein’s anxiety worsened as he listened to the men vow to take revenge.


    Suddenly, there was a rumble hovering outside the deluxe suite.


    Curiosity drove the groaning men to stop whining and look out of the window.


    They saw three military helicopters flying in their direction.


    The helicopters Landed on the rooftop. The next second, the cabin doors of all the helicopters swung


    open. A group of well-armed soldiers jumped out and matched into the suite fearlessly.


    The battered men who had been so bold a few minutes ago quaked in their boots.


    Why did these soldierse here? Who sent them?


    The soldiers rounded up all the men roughly without uttering a word.


    “Hey! What do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am? I’m


    Gilmore McCoy. My father-inw is a government official. If you darey a finger on me, you will be


    doomed!” Gilmore threatened in a Loud voice. However, the soldiers didn’t give a shit about what he


    said. One of them gave him a knock on the head and seized him like a criminal.


    His identity wasn’t important to them. They were only concerned about carrying out the order of their


    superior.


    Like everyone else, Klein was also confused. He inquired politely,


    “What department are you from? Who sent you to arrest them?”


    The leader of the soldiers nced at him with a frown before responding, “We are members of the third


    squad of the Cheetah Command.