The man's tone was full of mockery; he really couldn't understand what John was thinking.
His master taking an interest in John was proof enough that he saw so utility in him.
He couldn't seriously think he had the right to refuse, could he?
In this place, even if you are strong, if you lack backing, you're just another person to be trampled underfoot!
Silver Tear saw the arrogance of these n and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"What do you an?"
"Enough, let's not waste words here. If you're willing to co with us, then follow. If you're not, then don't bla us for getting physical."
After he spoke, the n waiting at the door also showed fierce expressions, looking at John as if ready to attack at his slightest refusal, prepared to teach John a lesson!
Dark Fox watched these n, pondering their next move.
If they really started a fight here, then the owner of Rose Hotel would definitely not let it slide.
They knew all too well that initiating a fight here was not allowed.
Even if they were defending themselves, it would inevitably draw them into ssy affairs.
They still needed to ensure Victor's safe departure later; they couldn't afford to escalate the situation now!
"Have you made up your mind? Our master is very sincere in sending us to invite you. Don't be unwise; starting a fight would be bad for everyone."
The man sneered when he saw John still sitting motionless, and took a step forward intending to grab him.
At that mont, John slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man opposite him.
"Is that so?"
The man was already growing impatient and was about to curse, but in the next instant, his pupils dilated in shock.
He found himself frozen in place, unable to move.
Even his breathing began to quicken, and suddenly, it felt as if an invisible force was clutching their throats!
The n standing at the door also felt as if they were being controlled by an unseen force, completely unable to resist.
Even with all their strength, their efforts were futile, as if their fingers were being crushed by a massive mountain.
The man instinctively wanted to curse out loud, but when he saw John's gaze, he abruptly shut his mouth.
It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
His gaze was too frightening!
Who exactly was this person?
Why did it feel like, under his gaze, one was staring into the eyes of the Grim Reaper erging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?
His teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
Although his master was indeed very brutal, accustod to killing without batting an eye, he had never felt such imnse pressure before!
At this mont, they could distinctly feel that if they uttered even half a word more, they might be completely crushed in the next second.
It was like a massive mountain pressing down on them.
The teeth of the others were also trembling non-stop; they finally realized they had bitten off more than they could chew this ti!
No wonder this man dared to contend with the Immortal ssenger!
No wonder he could defeat the Immortal ssenger and still be unhard and present here.
A gold-tier awakener challenging the Immortal ssenger and actually erging completely victorious was already an incredible feat!
Their master had already stated that no matter what happened, by any ans necessary, they had to bring this man over.
He had thought, this man is just a gold-tier awakener after all.
Even if it really ca to a fight, so what?
Could so many gold-tier fighters not overco him? Besides, this is the Rose Hotel.
Every person inside the Rose Hotel is very aware of this, but that only applies to the weak.
With their master's power, they were certainly not bound by these rules!
As for how this man had defeated the Immortal ssenger, he had not considered it thoroughly.
They probably just thought it was good luck.
Now, they finally felt fear!
They finally understood that this man's defeat of the Immortal ssenger was absolutely not due to luck.
This man truly possessed formidable strength!
"I said I'm tired and don't want to go out, understand?" John's words were spoken softly, yet they startled everyone present.
Even Silver Tear and Dark Fox looked at John with awe and fear!
It was terrifying, truly terrifying! Why could this man's presence be so formidable?
Why?
How much had John grown without their knowledge?
The n made choking noises in their throats.
Fear filled their eyes, thinking they were about to die here, but the next second...
Bang!
They were bound by an invisible force and thrown out the door!
"If your so-called master wants to et , tell him to co here himself."
The man felt the force with which he was thrown to the ground was enormous, almost causing him to vomit his organs out!
They exchanged glances, helping each other back to their master's room.
Their master was the middle-aged man who had been observing the fight earlier.
The middle-aged man's room was still as opulent as ever, with a chubby man still sitting beside him, embracing two beauties.
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The middle-aged man's voice was calm, as he idly played with an apple in his hand.
The leader suddenly knelt down with a thud, continuously bowing his head, his voice trembling.
"We really don't have the capability, he is just too strong!"
They simply couldn't contend with that man! Even in his presence, they had no ability to fight back!
One of them, already trembling with fear, felt like their end was near.
From the mont of their failure, they knew there was no escape.
The master would not allow them to continue living if they failed to complete the mission; for the master, those who fail had only one fate—death!
One of them had already knelt down, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Then, they slled a strong odor of urine.
Upon closer inspection, they realized one of them had been so frightened that he had wet his pants.
The others grew even more terrified, their whole bodies shaking like sieves.
The man who had wet himself had now completely fainted.
"It seems my carpet is dirty again; ti to get a new one," the middle-aged man remarked, as the others continued to bow incessantly.
But they could not even utter a plea for rcy; the room was filled only with the sound of their bowing.
They all knew that the middle-aged man detested the sound of crying and pleading, so if they started to cry out now, they would only et their ends faster!
The leader was filled with regret.
If only he had known, he would have preferred to die at the hands of that man!
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