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Jack questioned, "Are you going to break the law?"

Glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, Grayson shouted indignantly, "All I want is to protect my boss so that he doesn't end up harmed by two-faced b*stards like you."

Jack gave the two men who stood by the room doors, Storm and Tempest, a good once-over. The two seemed skinny and frail, coupled with their exquisite features on their fair porcelain skin, they did not look like fighters.

Planning to force his way in and hold Jay hostage as a way to restrict the bodyguard's movements, he instructed, "Men, I want him out of there."

Around a dozen men he brought over ran toward the room door. With a calm expression on their faces, Storm and Tempest stood like two bam trees, rooted strongly in place to protect their president who was behind those doors.

Infuriated, neither Storm nor Tempest held themselves back during the fight. A turning kick from Storm had Jack's men lying incapacitated on the floor. While those who were met with Tempest's hand to their necks began to bleed from their seven orifices.

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Grayson sighed.

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