Chapter 842

The anxiety gnawing at Nash's heart intensified. With a furrowed brow, he reached a decision, spun on his heel, and settled back into his chair. He pulled out his phone and called.

"Hello, I need to speak with Cirold. This is his father, Nash."

At the same time, over at the Oceanic Hotel, Liam stood in his military regalia, his figure draped in a battle robe adorned with a green dragon and gold trim, a silent sentinel before the presidential suite's expansive windows. His gaze swept over the streets below, eyes glinting with an icy resolve.

Joseph and Albert, clad in their own dark uniforms, stood by Liam, a fierce chill emanating from them. They watched the streets below, faces alight with anticipation.

The streets outside the Oceanic Hotel were teeming with goons brandishing bats and blades.

It was not just there; the surrounding blocks were crawling with the same kind of muscle, all converging on the hotel in a menacing tide.

Joseph peered down at the unfolding chaos, a spark