The security guards of Roxy Hotel have no idea who Tim was.
They rushed over and stopped them as soon as they noticed Tim and the bunch of delinquent behind him, "Who are you? What are you trying to do here? Get lost immediately! Or we'll call the cops."
Tim replied scornfully, "The cops? That won't be necessary. You should get in touch with the emergency department of the hospital instead!"
As soon as he finished his sentence, he called out to his men, "Break their legs and throw them out of the hotel!"
A few of his men rushed over and surrounded the security guards immediately.
In the end, the security guards could not fight them and were held down. They were beaten to a pulp and Tim's men broke their legs as instructed.
Arghhh!
The security guards shrieked in pain pathetically. The onlookers covered their mouths in shock when they noticed the commotion.
Morgan, the owner of Roxy Hotel, rushed over with several employees immediately. He greeted Tim politely the moment he saw him, "Hello, Mr. Brown. Please calm down. Why don't you tell me what's wrong instead? I'll definitely make the necessary arrangement to please you. Please refrain from resorting to violence by all means."
However, Tim paid no heed to Morgan's words at all. "Move aside! I'm here to look for someone. You should stay out of my way. Otherwise, you'll be drenched in blood soon!”
Actually, Morgan was from a prominent background as well since he was able to establish such a huge hotel in Westerndale. In fact, no one had dared to defy his words before.
However, the person in front of him was none other than Quetzalcoatl's youngest son. He had always been known as a delinquent amongst those in Horton.
Hence, Morgan couldn't possibly offend Tim.
He asked in return with a smile on his face, "May I know who are the people who have offended you, Mr. Brown? I'll go get them for you immediately!"
Once Tim heard Morgan's offer, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Half an hour ago, a young man made his way into the hotel with two gorgeous women. They had a child with them. Where are they now?"
Obviously, Morgan wasn't aware of every single customer who had made their way in and out of the hotel. Thus, he turned around and looked at the front desk manager instead.
The front desk manager whispered with an odd expression on his face, "They're currently in the most premium private dining suite."
The most premium private dining suite?
Morgan's face turned pale when he heard the front desk manager's words because those people who made their way into the most premium dining suite earlier were none other than the mainstay of the Eastern Military Reserves.
As soon as Tim detected the odd expression Morgan had on his face, he asked displeasingly, "Are you going to get them for me? Do you want me to pay them a visit personally?"
Morgan was taken aback by Tim's words and tried to stop him again, "Mr. Brown, please calm down. We can't possibly offend the VIP guests who are currently dining in the most premium dining suite..."
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