Ryan Brooks remained unmoved, flicked his cigarette ash, and said lightly, “Last chance, have Mark White come see me.”

“Damn it, you’ve stirred up trouble with our Black Wolf Gang, you’re looking for death!”

“Get him, beat him to death!”

All the security guards at Royal Tide Pavilion were members of the Black Wolf Gang. In all this time, they had never seen anyone act as brazenly as Ryan Brooks inside the Royal Tide Pavilion, and they immediately lost their tempers.

As the security guards charged toward Ryan Brooks, who was sitting on the sofa, the flat-nosed man who had just been helped up by the hostess snapped back to his senses and hurriedly shouted, “Everyone, stop!”

The security guards halted, looking at the flat-nosed man in confusion.

The flat-nosed man’s eyes were full of terror. The moment Ryan Brooks slapped him, he had felt an intense murderous aura, almost tangible.

He wasn’t a stranger to killing, and he had seen professional killers before, but none of them had ever exuded such a powerful killing intent as Ryan Brooks had in that instant. It was as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

“Hurry, go get President White over here.”

The flat-nosed man’s voice trembled as he spoke to the hostess beside him.

Chapter 015: Status Too High

“What? You want President White to come see him?”

The hostess’s mouth twitched, unable to believe her ears, thinking she must have misheard.

The flat-nosed man grew anxious and shouted, “I told you to call President White, hurry up!”

“Yes, yes.”

The hostess shuddered in fear, glanced at Ryan Brooks, and hurriedly ran upstairs. The sound of her high heels echoed through the quiet lobby.

Under the fierce glares of more than thirty security guards, Ryan Brooks remained calm and composed, smoking his cigarette and occasionally blowing out smoke rings in different shapes.

Soon, a large group of people rushed down the stairs—no fewer than fifty—joining the crowd surrounding Ryan Brooks.

Right after, the elevator chimed, and an angry voice rang out: “Damn it, you dare interrupt me while I’m entertaining Mr. Cooper? I’ll throw you in the river to feed the fish! Otherwise, Mr. Cooper will think I can’t manage the Black Wolf Gang’s men in Linjiang District.”

The crowd parted, and a fat, middle-aged man in a black suit with a thick gold chain around his neck walked over.

With so many people on his side, all exuding murderous intent, this man’s entrance carried a certain air of authority.

But in Ryan Brooks’s eyes, that so-called aura was nothing but hot air. It was all bluster, with no real substance.

“You’re Mark White?”

Ryan Brooks sat on the sofa, barely lifting his eyelids, completely unruffled.

“Kid, you barge into Royal Tide Pavilion, beat up my Black Wolf Gang men, and still dare to act so arrogant? Do you really not know what death means?” Mark White sneered, his face darkening. “Since that’s the case, let me teach you how to spell ‘death.’ Men, tie him up and throw him in the river to feed the fish tonight.”

At Mark White’s command, the Black Wolf Gang members charged at Ryan Brooks with murderous intent.

But what happened next left the Black Wolf Gang members utterly dumbfounded. Ryan Brooks remained seated on the sofa, smoking his cigarette, not even shifting his position. With legs as swift as the wind, he kicked down everyone who came near him.

Seeing more than a dozen of their own men lying on the ground in an instant, the rest of the Black Wolf Gang members stopped in their tracks, not daring to approach, a chill running down their spines.

“Mark White, is this how you treat your guests?” Ryan Brooks sneered, flicking his cigarette ash, his eyes full of disdain.

“Looking for death!”

Mark White could tell Ryan Brooks was a formidable opponent. He barked coldly, his face twisted with rage, and reached for his waist, intending to draw his gun.

In his mind, no matter how skilled Ryan Brooks was, he couldn’t possibly dodge bullets.

Just then, a gray-haired, square-faced man behind Mark White pressed down on his hand and said in a deep voice, “Mark White, stand down.”

“Mr. Cooper.” Mark White turned to look at the square-faced man, frowning, and slowly released his grip on the gun.

In front of this Mr. Cooper, Mark White didn’t dare show any disrespect. Mr. Cooper’s status in the Black Wolf Gang was second only to the boss, and for certain special reasons, even the boss had to give him some deference.

Mr. Cooper took a few steps forward, his gaze as sharp as a hawk’s as he stared at Ryan Brooks. He cupped his hands and said in a booming voice, “I am Hexi Bagua Palm James Cooper. May I ask, young man, who is your master?”

Ryan Brooks looked James Cooper up and down and smiled. “You want to know my master? You’re not qualified.”

“Young man, aren’t you being a bit too arrogant? Don’t you know there’s always someone better out there?”

James Cooper’s expression changed as he strode toward Ryan Brooks, his joints cracking loudly. His whole presence surged, and an invisible force seemed to fill the space.

Seeing Ryan Brooks still sitting on the sofa, James Cooper grew furious, sped up, and lunged at Ryan Brooks, determined to teach this arrogant youth a lesson.

He threw a punch, the air crackling with the force, the speed and power of his fist making the surrounding Black Wolf Gang members’ hearts pound in fear.

“Overestimating yourself.”

A smile played at Ryan Brooks’s lips. He brought the cigarette to his mouth with his right hand, while his left fist calmly met the attack.

Bang!

A thunderous crash rang out, like two cars colliding.