The cars quickly arrived at the Prince hotel.
The Prince hotel was one of the most luxurious hotels in Channing, and it was an infamous brothel as well.
As the Bentley stopped before the hotel's entrance, Jared hurriedly stepped out and opened Gladius' door personally.
Gladius stepped out of the car with Minotaur and Centaur, casting a glance at the hotel.
Jared smiled ostentatiously and explained, "Mr. Cross, this is the most luxurious hotel in Channing, and it is well equipped in every aspect from business to pleasure. I've already booked a whole floor for you and your men."
Gladius waved his hands, "Jared, come here. I want to say something to you.”
Jared approached him and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Cross?"
Gladius patted Jared's shoulders and panned out flatly, "You've done everything well, from picking us up, investigating Nathan Cross, to arranging accommodation for us."
Jared was about to break into a smile when he received the compliment, but Gladius continued, "But there's something you need to take note of. Don't play any tricks on me, and don't ever think that you're smart enough to use me as your personal hitman.”
Jared defended himself instinctively as an expression of horror crossed his face, "Mr. Cross, I didn't...”
Gladius smiled coldly. "But I think you did, and that's all that matters."
Cold beads of sweat started to roll down Jared's ashen face as Gladius gave Centaur a look!
Centaur understood what Gladius meant, as he moved in lightning speed, grabbing Jared's right arm. He then broke Jared's arm in one clean snap!
"Ah!" Jared shrieked in pain.
His bodyguards immediately rushed towards Centaur, both shocked and enraged.
Meanwhile, Centaur, Minotaur, and a few dozen of Gladius' men stood behind Gladius stoically, even as they emanated a murderous aura.
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