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Chapter 1006 Who Can Help You Now
Chapter 1006 Who Can Help You Now
“Relax, Cillian, I'm just ordered some room service.”
Henley walked over and opened the room door.
Sure enough, standing at the door was a hotel staff pushing a food cart. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
“Excuse me, did you order the deluxe meal?”
“Yes, that's what we ordered. Bring it in.”
Henley gestured to the waiter pushing the dining cart, inviting him in as he spoke.
After entering the room, the waiter first paused and took a look around before slowly placing each item from the food cart onto the table.
“Are you done looking around?” Henley asked the waiter with a smile.
The waiter quickly lowered his head in apology and said, “I'm sorry, sir. I was just checking to see if you needed any further assistance.”
“We don't need any other services. Having something to eat will be enough.”
“All right. The total comes to three thousand and seven hundred. Would you like to pay with cash or card?”
Henley said to the waiter, “We don't have any money, but in exchange, we can stay in this hotel and not go anywhere else. Could you discuss this with your manager and see if it's okay?”
Upon hearing Henley's words, the waiter panicked a little.
“I don't know what you're talking about, sir...”
Henley took out a token and tossed it directly onto the cart.
“I'm not one for theatrics, so I'll just say it straight. Today is our last day in your Pollerton. If you can't find the strongest person to meet us, then we'll carve our way out, killing whoever we encounter. Do you understand?”
Seeing that Henley had laid all his cards on the table, the waiter dropped his act as well.
He said to Henley in a deep voice, “You'd better not be too arrogant. Although you are all very powerful, our Pollerton Army is not to be trifled with. If you want to start a massacre, we will stop you, even if it costs us our lives.”
Hearing the waiter's words, Henley laughed, his laughter filled with unabashed arrogance.
“Is your life worth a lot of money? Are you overestimating your own worth?”
After finishing his words, Henley released a powerful aura from his body.
The waiter was instantly overwhelmed by this imposing pressure, unable to move a muscle.
Henley placed his hand on the waiter's right shoulder.
He sneered, “Since you're so confident in your so-called defender, why don't you let me test just how strong your willpower really is?”
With a sudden jerk, Henley pulled his hand that was resting on the waiter's shoulder.
Just like tearing a piece of paper, the waiter's hand was effortlessly ripped off by Henley.
“Ah!”
The waiter let out a horrific scream as blood spurted from his shoulder.
Sitting in front of the computer, Cillian's brow furrowed as he recorded Henley's actions on the computer and reported them to the organization.
He really didn't enjoy going on missions with someone as unhinged as Henley.
Although Henley was powerful, he was also incredibly bloodthirsty. He never operated on logic, and sometimes his actions directly interfered with the progress of the mission.
Although ripping off the arm of a waiter seemed to have no impact on the mission, it could potentially enrage Pollerton Army and prompt them to keep them all here.
Cillian was not afraid of death, but he disliked meaningless deaths.
Henley looked at the waiter and asked, “Well? What do you have to say now that I've torn off your arm? Can your so-called defender help you at all?”
The waiter stared intently at Henley and replied, “Rest assured that you guys definitely won't live to see tomorrow's sunrise.”
Seeing as the waiter still maintained an unyielding demeanor, a glint of murderous intent flashed in Henley's eyes.
He slowly reached his hand toward the waiter's neck.