Zander had only one thing to answer these parents.
"How noisy!"
Zander was seen striding along, quickly slapping the man and woman in the face with the palm of his hand, sending them flying and falling to the ground.
The men and women lying on the ground vomited blood and howled miserably.
"Bastard, how dare you do this to us?"
"You brute, what have you done?"
The whole hall was instantly in chaos because of Zander's actions.
The man with narrow eyes turned pale as the hall became chaotic.
Cold sweat ran down his forehead as he panicked and shouted immediately.
"Help! Somebody catch these two lunatics!
"Where's Harold? Ask him to bring his guards here. Hurry!"
As he roared, a group of the Welsh family's men rushed inside and surrounded Sean and Zander.
Sean was not bothered to do anything. "Zander."
"Got it."
Zander ran straight into the crowd.
Like wolves leaping into a flock of sheep, the Welsh family did not stand a chance.
They fell to the ground one after another. Incapacitated, they were miserable like those who had been beaten earlier.
Harold menacingly rushed over with more than 100 security guards under his command.
The man with narrow eyes was relieved to see them.
The professionals were here, and Sean was not going to win this time.
After all, Harold was the one who intimidated Sean last time.
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