However, while the idea was great on paper, the reality was often crushing.
Moana stood alone in front of Barne. Not only was he intimidating, but he was also formidably strong.
Twenty security guards rushed over, but Moana dodged left and right, knocking over several people. Alder was going so fast that they could not even touch his clothes. Alder was so strong that they could not even take a punch.
In the face of such a gap in strength, numbers would not cut it.
Even if one had a bunch of people, how would he fight if he could not even touch their clothes?
Bang! Thump! Boom!
There were scuffling, screams, and people falling to the ground.
Moana had beaten most of the over 20 men in less than two minutes. There were only four security guards left standing. Everyone else was lying on the ground groaning.
Their injuries were also serious. They either had broken bones, or their teeth were knocked out. They did not know because Moana did not go all the way.
If they were on the battlefield, Moana would not hesitate to kill them with one shot. However, this time Moana hesitated when dealing with things in the outside world, so he only wounded them. Even so, his prowess intimidated everyone in the room.
The remaining four guards did not have the guts to step forward further. They lowered their heads in silence even if Remy yelled in the background.
Was it a joke?
They were no fools.
How could they keep fighting Moana when they knew fighting him would cost them their lives?
Even if Remy would bear their hospital costs, they still had to deal with their physical pain.
Being a security guard here was only a job. No one would give their life for a job. Therefore, they did not step forward even though Remy threatened to fire them.
“Are you deaf?! Get them! I’ll get someone here right away!” Remy yelled at the four remaining security guards.
However, no one moved as if they were deaf.
Remy was exasperated. Alder picked up his phone to call someone.
As the heir of the Sullivan family, many underground people wanted to make friends with him. Alder could get dozens or hundreds of people with a phone call.
How could he put up with Barne’s anger when he was powerful?
“You’re Barne Lennon, aren’t you? I don’t care who you are and whether your family has money! I must kill you today, and no one can help you!”
“I, Remy Sullivan, said so. I will kill you or I’ll write my name upside down!” Remy swore angrily at Barne as he dialed the phone number.
His eyes were bloodshot, obviously losing his mind with anger at Barne. Alder was only helping Wes out at first. However, he now made it his business. After all, Barne had slapped him thrice, and he could not forget about it.
“Wait for it! Just wait for it! Let me tell you. In Joules Town, whoever I want to kill will die!” Remy picked up the phone and held it to his ear, still snorting coldly.
“Even the son of the head of Joules Town dare not say that. Who gave you the nerve?” Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind Remy.
“I’ve got the nerve!” Remy swore through gritted teeth without turning his head.
“You want to take over Johnson Dane’s place… Nice! That’s nice.” The voice paused for less than two seconds before saying again.
“Johnson…” Remy uttered the name silently before widening his eyes instantly.
Then he turned quickly to look in the direction of the sound. The rest of the surrounding crowd also turned to look over.
Southern Wall Hotel was remote and not very fancy. It was mainly private. Those who chose to come here had some status.
They were no strangers to the name Johnson Dane!
The government’s Zane was in charge of Joules Town’s real estate industry. Johnson was Zane’s immediate boss. Johnson’s position was similar to market supervisor or manager but above it. It was because he had power over Joules Town’s business circle. Alder held other positions as well.
Who would not know a big shot like that?
At least those who did business in Joules Town were familiar with Johnson.
However, they did not expect an uncompromising character like Johnson to be in a place like this.
Everyone soon saw a middle-aged man walking over with his assistant. Sure enough, it was Johnson.