Everyone, including Fip and his subordinates, stared at Nathan in disbelief.
How can there be someone so fearless as to demand Mr. Harbor to scram?
Apparently, he doesn't know anything about the Harbors and the Elite Club at all, or he won't have the nerve to do this!
Amused, Fip straightened his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced sideways at Nathan. "Did I hear wrongly? Are you asking me to scram?" Fip teased.
Nathan replied calmly, "You better scram now, or you won't be able to do so when my subordinate strikes."
What?
Fip widened his eyes in surprise.
All the bystanders stared at Nathan with helpless expressions and sighed among themselves. He's really an idiot who knows nothing about power and status! Fip Harbor is not someone that you can provoke!
On the other hand, Fip Harbor felt fascinated because it was the first time that someone treated him so rudely. Nathan was unlike everyone who flattered and sucked up to him constantly.
He did not mind spending his time to teach the ignorant and reckless man a lesson. A brutal beating shall do.
Fip smiled subtly and eyed Nathan sarcastically. "Ha! Who's this brave subordinate of yours? I'd like to see him try."
Sure!
Nathan called out, "Colin!"
A tall and sturdy man walked forward and replied in a loud voice, "Yes!”
Nathan ordered, "Teach this moron a lesson!"
Colin answered, "Got it, sir!"
He then cast his ferocious gaze on Fip Harbor.
In return, the hundred well-trained and strong bodyguards behind Fip flashed out their batons synchronously and glowered at Colin.
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