Settle the score!
Gregory's face fell upon hearing his words.
Amon was crippled, but he himself was the one who gave the orders. It was obvious how Nathan would punish him.
Gregory glowered at Nathan and demanded, "I'm the third master of the Cross Clan. How dare you?"
Nathan scoffed, "Colin, there are too many people here. Throw the irrelevant people out."
"Yes, Sir!"
Colin and the Elite Eight marched towards Gregory's men.
Given Gregory was humiliated by Nathan last time, he had learned to bring Amon and dozens of his trusted men today.
However, he never expected his bodyguard, Amon, to be defeated by Colin in just a few moves.
Upon seeing Colin and the Elite Eight coming to him, he howled in anger, "Everyone, take them down!"
At once, over ten of his men took action.
Nevertheless, Colin and the Elite Eight were much faster and their attacks were also much more violent.
As a battle erupted, screams and yells rang across the conference room and the stench of blood filled the air.
The battle was over soon after it started.
In a blink of an eye, Gregory's men had all collapsed in a pool of their own blood. Gregory was the only one left standing.
Hands clammy, Gregory stared at Nathan with a terrified look. With a trembling voice, he bellowed, "Nathan, how dare you hurt my men!"
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