"Aren't you coming over here to apologize yet?" After finishing the last piece of cake, Stout looked at Domi Tropper and spoke to him.
"Do you... do you know who my uncle is? I promise you, you won't walk out of here standing today!" Domi Tropper was not ready to back down easily.
Although he vaguely sensed that Stout's skills might be at the level of a Battle General or higher, he had his own reliance. He didn't consider Stout to be a threat.
"Well, looks like you have a really impressive uncle? Tell me about him, maybe I'll be impressed?" Stout replied.
"My uncle is the Governor of the Special Patrol Squadron in the east district!" After standing up and wiping the blood from his forehead with a stack of napkins, Domi Tropper continued with determination.
"Don't think that a little martial skill makes you invincible. When my uncle deals with you, it'll be no different from squashing an ant!"
Hiss!
Some people around who had not known Domi Tropper were taken aback by his words, sucking in a breath of cold air. Most people were well aware of what the Special Patrol Squadron represented. It was an organization that held direct access to the capital city. Even the Ozin Police Station and the Department of War would tread carefully around it. And on top of that, his uncle was the Governor of the east district, a position akin to a high-ranking official in ancient times. Perhaps, even the dignitaries in Ozin Cloud would bow in respect if they met him?
"Well, that chubby guy is probably in big trouble now." The onlookers thought.
"The Governor of the Special Patrol Squadron? Sounds quite official! Kind of intimidating." Stout shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject. "But, I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it. Can you tell me what the Special Patrol Squadron does?"
He genuinely hadn't heard of it. Apart from his comrades in the Western Army and those nurses, he didn't really know many people.
A round of coughing spread around.
"Do you-" Domi Tropper was nearly on the verge of spitting blood.
"Hey, boss, have you heard of it? Is he a high-ranking official?" Stout then looked at Billy. "Can we keep beating him?"
"Sure!" Billy raised his glass and took a sip. "You can stop when you get tired. That's the rule!"
Billy had some lingering frustration from his recent encounter with the Special Patrol Squadron during his trip to the capital. He still hadn't fully vented that out.
"Alright!" With Billy's words, Stout had a clear understanding.
"Honey, let's just forget it, okay?" Harleen Knight said with a hint of concern as more people gathered around. Her concern wasn't about the other party's identity; she worried that this ongoing situation might have a negative impact. After all, this was a corporate party, and causing such a commotion before the event even officially started was hardly appropriate.
"Okay then!" Billy smiled. He understood Harleen's concern. Then he looked at Domi Tropper and said, "Why don't you call your uncle and let me ask him how impressive he, Alexander Hall, is?"
"How... how do you know my uncle's name?" Domi Tropper was slightly stunned. "Who are you?"
As he spoke, a sense of unease crept over him. The fact that this stranger casually mentioned his uncle's name, with an indifferent expression, despite the presence of his powerful uncle, unsettled Domi Tropper.
"He's someone you're not qualified to know!" At that moment, Derek's voice rang out. "If you don't want to die, get down on your knees right now!"
Derek Hines followed up, leading a group of high-ranking executives from the World Group's subsidiary company. Seeing him, those around were once again surprised, wondering whether he was the host of tonight's party.
Seeing Derek, Harleen Knight also revealed a surprised expression. Although she hadn't interacted with him before, there was few people who did not know this influential figure. What astonished her even more was the tone in which Derek spoke. It seemed he had a rather close relationship with her husband.
"Could it be that Billy's claim of knowing people from Ozin Tower meant he is acquainted with the chairman?" Harleen thought to herself.
"... Mr Hines, what do you mean?" Domi Tropper took a deep breath and looked at Derek.
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