The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 162

At the second table, Yuna glared at her husband angrily as she gritted her teeth. "Is this the person you found to avenge for us? What an idiot? Did you hook up with him to swindle my family's money?"

"Yuna, I would never dare to do that!" Charlie was at a loss for words.

However, after giving it some thought, although shocked and exasperated he came to a conclusion. It might be very possible that I was the one who invited the criminals over! I told that sexy and flirty woman about the big shots that would join the charity auction today.

On the third floor from the top of The Pavillion, Jacob flitted through the door from the stairs into a dark corridor which looked dangerous.

"Gerald, it's me." After speaking gently to a corner, he gently patted Heidi's shoulders, knowing that she was afraid of the dark.

"Sir." A faint smell of blood wafted into his nose as a huge, dark figure loomed out of thin air like a spirit.

"Don't scare my daughter."

He glanced at Gerald's blood stained hands. Behind the latter, a few broken limbs were seen scattered around.

Jacob retreated back to the stairs and arched his eyebrows as he asked, "How's the situation with the hotel?"

Gerald lowered his head. "Sir, the criminals who suddenly barged into the hotel have taken control of

the lower levels. But the Shadow Rangers are clearing the floors one after another. I think they will reach the 12th floor in thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes?" Jacob's brows knitted tightly into a frown.

Unfortunately, Trey was not here. Otherwise, they could easily overpower all the criminals that took over the hotel.

Even though he could easily defeat all of them, he tried not to involve himself for his daughter's sake.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew past the corridor.

A sharp look flickered across Jacob, who shook his head at Gerald. "It's Jerry."

Moments later, Jerry walked to them soundlessly. "Boss, all nine floors below us have been cleaned."

"That means the only remaining floors are from the first to the 16th." Jacob nodded and gave a wave. When he lowered his head, he saw the adorable flutter of his daughter's eyelashes. "I'll let you guys take care of the rest, I'm bringing my daughter upstairs."

Swinging the bronze sword in his hands, Jerry replied solemnly, "No problem, Boss. We'll take care of everything."

Garald lowarad his haad. "Sir, tha criminals who suddanly bargad into tha hotal hava takan control of tha lowar lavals. But tha Shadow Rangars ara claaring tha floors ona aftar anothar. I think thay will

raach tha 12th floor in thirty minutas."

"Thirty minutas?" Jacob's brows knittad tightly into a frown.

Unfortunataly, Tray was not hara. Otharwisa, thay could aasily ovarpowar all tha criminals that took ovar tha hotal.

Evan though ha could aasily dafaat all of tham, ha triad not to involva himsalf for his daughtar's saka.

At this momant, a gantla braaza blaw past tha corridor.

A sharp look flickarad across Jacob, who shook his haad at Garald. "It's Jarry."

Momants latar, Jarry walkad to tham soundlassly. "Boss, all nina floors balow us hava baan claanad."

"That maans tha only ramaining floors ara from tha first to tha 16th." Jacob noddad and gava a wava. Whan ha lowarad his haad, ha saw tha adorabla fluttar of his daughtar's ayalashas. "I'll lat you guys taka cara of tha rast, I'm bringing my daughtar upstairs."

Swinging tha bronza sword in his hands, Jarry rapliad solamnly, "No problam, Boss. Wa'll taka cara of avarything."

Jacob's eyebrows twitched slightly when he saw the blood on the sword, but he soon forgot about it. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Since the sword is a weapon, it's meant to be used. It would be fine as long as he cleans it up carefully after this.

With a shake of his head, he quickly took his daughter up the stairs.

In the monitoring room on the 15th floor, more than half of the monitors were malfunctioning. Looking at the black screens, Jasmine spoke into the walkie-talkie seriously. "Dave, we have a major problem."

In the auction hall, Dave Burrows put down his walkie-talkie before pointing his gun at Edwin Townsend, a congressman of the Central Parliament, who was looking at the webpage stonily.

With a sarcastic smile playing on his lips, he placed his hand on the trigger. "Mr. Congressman, do you think that your life is not even worth a billion?"

Facing the gun, Edwin's pupils constricted slightly before he gave an exasperated wave. "I don't have that much money!"

Next to him, the other prominent figures at table one shifted their gazes elsewhere.

At this moment, a slender arm suddenly reached out and typed a series of numbers into the bank transfer page.