Chapter 8 Lawless

All the people in the Bronze Room were terrified.

Tobin slumped to the ground with blood oozing out of his head.

The boys who had mocked Mathews before had now lost their courage. They were trembling in fear and did not dare to utter a word.

The girls hugged each other in fear, keeping silent.

All of a sudden, a clear female voice sounded.

"How dare you!

We live in a society ruled by law! Get out of here, or we'll call the police!"

It was Emory, who had a strong sense of justice.

As soon as Rowe saw her, his eyes gleamed.

Emory was dressed in a white shirt and her hair was tied in a neat ponytail. She was a pure and innocent-looking college girl. Her naturally beautiful features were enticing for men like Rowe who worked in the underworld.

"Wow, what a beauty!"

Rowe said lustfully.

"Come on, let me see how bold you are!"

He then reached his hand and was about to touch her breasts.

However, the next second, a loud smashing sound was heard...

A wine bottle was slammed on Rowe's head.

And it was Mathews who did it!

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"You're courting death!"

Covering his head with his hand, Rowe was burning with rage.

"Kill him!"

As soon as the hooligans heard his order, they rubbed their hands and approached Mathews with a sinister smile.

Emory became anxious all of a sudden.

The commotion was noticed by the hotel staff.

The hotel manager, Newell Cooper, quickly walked over with a group of security guards.

He looked very dignified and intimidating in his Armani suit.

Glaring at Rowe, he snapped, "How dare you make trouble here, Rowe?"

Rowe's momentum was greatly reduced.

He didn't dare to offend Newell. Although he was just a hotel manager, the Torres family ran the hotel, so that was what he was really scared of.

Rowe had no choice but to exaggerate the details a lot in order to spice up the story.

He then turned to Newell and said with dissatisfaction, "Mr. Cooper, I am the leader of the Tiger Gang, and I am a silver member of your hotel. This guy smashed the wine bottle on my head. I can't just let him go!"

Upon hearing that, Newell nodded with a frown, lost in thought.

And it was because he could not afford to really offend the leader of the Tiger Gang even though the Torres family backed him.

And Rowe was only targeting a group of college students.

After weighing the pros and cons of the situation, Newell made a decision.

"Youngsters are too impulsive these days. It is only right that they're taught a lesson! How about you smash a bottle on each of the guys' heads, and the girls stay with your men for a drink? But you can't go too far, okay?"

Rowe smiled with satisfaction. "Great, I have no objection!"

However, he was sneering in his heart.

As long as the girls stay with them, he could do whatever he wanted after he got them drunk.

Rowe began to fantasize about fucking the beautiful Emory while grabbing her ponytail from behind.

Turning around, Newell said to the students, "You heard what I said. As long as you agree, I guarantee that you will go home safely!"

The boys were relieved to hear that, but there was still a hint of fear in their eyes.

After all, they could die if Rowe hit them too hard with a bottle in their heads!

Looking at the ferocious Rowe and the hooligans, the girls turned pale and trembled in fear.

They had to drink with those hooligans!

Not only were they afraid of being molested, they were even more terrified of being gang-raped!

However, they had no other choice now.

If they didn't agree, then they would have no way of escaping the predicament.

"No way!" Mathews stood out from the crowd and said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Tobin, who was covering his bleeding head, jumped out all of a sudden and rebuked loudly, "Don't fucking talk nonsense. Do you want to get us into even bigger trouble?"

The two other boys also sneered with their voices dripping with ice-cold disdain, "Are you insane? Other than talking big, what else can you possibly do?"

"Interesting!"

Sneering, Rowe looked at Mathews playfully.

It seemed as though he was looking at an ant that he could crush and kill effortlessly.

Turning to Newell, he said, "It's not my fault now. This young man is the one objecting to your suggestion!"