Harvey York's Rise to Power Chapter 3915

Chapter 3915

Dozens of men in suits rushed in and surrounded the entire box.

A man wielding a golf club was leading the charge; he had a wretched look on his face, and murderous intent seeped out of his body.

Julian's face turned frosty.

"We're still drinking here, dammit!"

"What the hell are you trying to do here?"

"What do you think?!"

The man in front waved his hand, his face filled with disdain.

"We're here to kill you off, of course!"

The men pounced forward, flailing their golf clubs in the air; the entire place was in utter chaos.

Julian's body had grown a little weak after drinking a bit too much, so he couldn't react to the entire situation in time.

Irene, on the other hand, kicked the coffee table in front of her with her slender legs, knocking a few men to the ground.

Instantly, she knew that their plan had failed.

"We're leaving!"

Bam!

The man in front charged forward and kicked her to the ground.

He was naturally an expert martial artist.

Irene was a skillful fighter, but she was clearly no match for the man; she was immediately sent flying to the corner of the box, screaming in pain all the way.

"Irene!"

Julian's expression changed instantly; he kicked the men around him down as efficiently as he could, but he was still struck down from the back by a man with a beer bottle.

A loud clang could be heard, and Julian's body started swaying. Before he could turn around, another man immediately swung a baseball bat to his knees, causing him to stumble back in pain.

Naturally, these people were all experienced martial artists.

Even someone as strong as Julian didn't expect to fall into a trap like this.

Julian, Irene, and their three sunates were forced to take a long beating

Julian was stumbling around the narrow box; he couldn't even muster up thirty percent of his strength because of how drunk he was.

He couldn't even fight back properly; he had no other choice but to step back.

"Who the hell are you people? What do you want?! We're esteemed guests of the bar! You can't just do this to us!"

"Esteemed guests?"

"Young Master Padlow told us this: he wants us to take down every single person from Country H who's looking for him!"

Naturally, the leading man didn't care about the so-called esteemed guests. He then called a dozen more of his men to the box.

Julian and the others were struggling to resist, Julian managed to take down a few dozen men after a surge of energy came through him.

That said, he was still struck down with golf clubs and couldn't fight against the sheer overwhelming numbers.

Soon after, the men then all took turns beating up Julian.

Julian was completely infuriated.

He was the leader of the Sentries of York, he managed to endure most of the hardships here and in, Blackburn City.

Never did he imagine he would suffer so badly because of a slight carelessness; he felt utterly resentful. That said, there was no way to fight back.

Even if it was utterly humiliating to do so, Julian barely managed to send Harvey a text calling for help.

Julian then screamed in anger and stumbled off the ground, and flung a beer bottle forward.

Bam!

Glass shattered everywhere as the bottle hit a man's head; a streak of blood could also be seen on said man's face.

His eyes frantically twitched, and his face darkened.

"Beat the sh*t out of him right now! I'll take responsibility for this later!"