"I'd like to punch you in the face right now!"
Jordan's cheeks twitched a few times as he glared at Sean before him.
"Do you have to go this far? Did you stalk me and do all these to acquire our company?"
Sean replied coldly, "I did. But given your behavior, I think I'll have to do much more."
Jordan tensed as he sensed that something was wrong.
"What do you want to do in broad daylight? Hey, what do you think this place is? There are a lot of people here."
"I'd like to ask you the same thing since you have the cheek to say it's broad daylight." Sean's eyes already glowed murderously. "Where did you get the courage to do such a shameful thing?"
Jordan suddenly shuddered at this.
Of the three men he brought, the chubby man was the strongest and most resistant to beating.
The chubby man was already knocked out by a single punch, and he and the other two were certainly no match for Sean and Zander.
The only way to survive was to make a commotion and attract the attention of everyone at the disco.
With that thought, Jordan glanced at his two men.
The two men's expressions were quite ghastly. Seeing the look in Jordan's eyes, they nodded slightly.
They had the same idea.
"Run out as fast as you can and get someone here!"
As Jordan roared, Jordan and the two quickly tried to break down the door and get out.
Zander knocked down the two men with a punch while Sean picked Jordan up in a chokehold.
Having a hard time breathing, Jordan could not even resist him.
He could see out of the corner of his eye Zander punching the chubby man on the ground. The unconscious chubby man's chest stopped rising and falling.
You could not see anything from the outside, but there was no doubt that the chubby man had died from internal injuries.
The chests of his two remaining men had also stopped rising.
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