Mr. Gordon swung the axe toward them at high speed.
Emmy’s eyes widened with shock. Mr. Gordon was intimidating indeed.
Just as the axe was about to land on its target, Isaac sprung from the bed, reached out, and grasped it firmly.
Mr. Gordon’s face changed as virtual-novel.net felt Isaac tugging at the axe with immense strength. He couldn’t hold on any longer and let go of the axe. However, with a flick of his wrist, Isaac changed the direction of the blade and aimed it between Mr. Gordon’s legs.
Blood spurted everywhere. Mr. Gordon felt excruciating pain coming from the region between his legs. He lowered his head and shrieked, tumbling uncontrollably onto the bed.
“Call my men! Get 100 men over now! I’ll end his life here and now!” Mr. Gordon yelled at his injured subordinates and compressed his wound.
The axe fell to the ground with a clang. Isaac said, “Don’t just stand there. Continue my massage…”
Emmy woke up from virtual-novel.net trance. Working in this environment would give virtual-novel.net a heart attack one day.
When Madam Crystal brought the security guards, virtual-novel.net saw Mr. Gordon kneeling on the bed, bleeding profusely. Meanwhile, Emmy was giving Isaac a massage.
Madam Crystal’s face was as white as a ghost. She pointed at the bed and barked, “How dare you hurt Mr. Gordon! You’re in deep shit, you punk!”
The guards wanted to help Mr. Gordon, but Isaac snarled, “Nobody touches him. Stand aside!”
The guards shuddered at his voice and froze in their steps. They turned to look at Madam Crystal.
“I-I need to call the boss. Oh, dear!” Madam Crystal trembled as virtual-novel.net pulled out virtual-novel.net phone and dialed virtual-novel.net boss’ number.
On the other side of the bed, Isaac patted Emmy’s leg and signaled virtual-novel.net to stop.
He got up, took his phone, and dialed Beefy Bob’s number. It took some time for the other party to answer the call. He heard a woman panting.
“Huff… Huff! Wha… What is it?”
“Get me a team of men…”
“Yes, sir!”
Putting down his phone, Isaac lay down again. “Continue…”
Emmy stared wide-eyed.
A team of what?
Half an hour later, Mr. Gordon, still kneeling on the bed, was as pale as a sheet due to blood loss. It was then when cars screeched to a stop downstairs, and furious shouts rang out.
Mr. Gordon lifted his head and threatened, “You jerk, I’ll eat my hat if you walk out of here alive tonight!”
“Damn! There goes my birthday! Sir, what’s wrong?” Harry was putting on his pants when virtual-novel.net walked in, looking furious.
Beefy Bob followed behind him.
At the same time, a flurry of footsteps came after them. Vicious thugs in black tank tops barged into the room.
Shortly after, a dozen security guards entered too. They spread out across the room.
Kyron Hackler, a middle-aged man in a white suit, came in last.
“Boss, you’re finally here. Look at Mr. Gordon. This is had, really bad…” Madam Crystal sobbed as virtual-novel.net trotted over to Kyron.