King's Awakening

Just a few minutes ago, these men barged in and began causing chaos without any explanation.

Any staff who attempted to stop them was beaten senselessly.

Even the company’s security personnel were no match for these men.

Seeing the dire situation, Sana hurriedly ran out to try to stabilize the situation.

However, these men either appeared deaf to her pleas or didn’t consider her worth their time, continuing to wreak havoc on the company’s equipment.

Witnessing this, everyone in the Robert Group began to panic.

Just then, a staff member timidly approached Sana and said, “Miss, these people seem to be from the ‘White Horse Club.’”

White Horse Club?

Hearing this name, Sana’s eyebrows quickly furrowed.

The White Horse Club’s reputation in Capital City was far from good.

They were a notorious gang consisting of Ancient Martial Strongmen, known for their ruthlessness. Their president, Thomas, was particularly vicious.

Many wealthy families in Capital City had been threatened by them. Most did not dare to provoke them due to their power and instead chose to pay them off.

Thinking about this, Sana’s face became increasingly solemn. She addressed the strongmen once more, “If you have any demands, you can negotiate with me. I’m the acting president of the Robert Group!

But if you continue this destruction, it won’t end well for either of us!”

Huh!?

The strongmen paused from their rampage, only to burst out laughing, their laughter laced with mockery.

“Spicy little pepper, our boss will definitely like you. How about this—you come with us, keep our boss company for a few days. If you serve him well, we might consider sparing your Robert Group. What do you say, want to think it over?” The scar-faced leader smirked as he looked at Sana.

Upon hearing this, Sana became even more furious. “Shameless! Who the hell sent you? You’re just after money, right? Whatever he’s paying you, the Robert Group can pay double!”

By now, Sana had realized someone was deliberately targeting them.

The Robert Group had never had any dealings with the White Horse Club before, and on top of that, they had a partnership with the War Department. Ordinary figures in the underworld generally didn’t dare to provoke them.

But now, the White Horse Club had chosen to target her, even during the War Department’s lockdown of the city, indicating that there were far greater interests at stake.

Who was the mastermind hiding behind the scenes?

Sana glanced to the two offices behind her, doors shut tight.

One was the general manager’s office, where her cousin Caleb Robert was, and the other, occupied by her cousin Lincoln Robert, was the deputy general manager’s office.

Despite the current situation, neither of them had shown any signs of concern, as if completely unaware of what was going on.

Clearly, either they had initiated this ordeal with the White Horse Club, or they wanted to see her fail.

Damn it!

Sana clenched her fists in fury. Without any real power, she was unable to confront them.

According to her recent investigations, over 60% of the top executives in the Robert Group had been bought off by these two.

This was just what she could prove; the real situation could be much worse.

Even the people closest to her couldn’t necessarily be trusted.

Faced with this precarious situation, Sana felt immense pressure.

But she knew that the more desperate the situation, the more she couldn’t let the plotters succeed!

No matter the cost, she was determined to fight back!

Unfortunately, the thugs from the White Horse Club completely ignored Sana’s warnings and continued their rampage.

Within a short time, the office area—originally accommodating thousands—was left in complete ruins.

Employee after employee watched, their eyes burning with anger.

However, the White Horse Club members were Ancient Martial Strongmen and were much more formidable than office workers. They could, metaphorically speaking, wipe out everyone present with a single stroke.

What angered them even more was how these people could dare to act so recklessly in Capital City, the heart of the nation.

“Heh… Today is just a warning. Our boss would like me to tell you that if the Robert Group is still open tomorrow, we will pay another visit, and will keep coming until you’re too scared to operate his business!” The scar-faced leader sneered at Sana with pure arrogance.

By this point, Sana was fuming. But all she could do was watch as the thugs walked away carefree.

“Call the police immediately!” Sana ordered, looking at the thugs’ retreating figures. But she knew that there was little merit in doing so. These people were hardened criminals. Think of the police station as a part-time home.

The White Horse Club had hundreds, possibly thousands of members. If one group was captured, another would simply take their place.

However, as the situation was now, all Sana could do was call the police. She couldn’t let these people undermine the company’s normal operation.

Just as Sana’s subordinate was about to call the police, the disappearing thugs suddenly started cursing. “Who the fuck are you? How dare you block my way? Are you tired of living?”

With a loud crash, before anyone at the Robert Group could figure out what was happening, they saw the figure of a thug thrown into the premises, smashing heavily onto the ground.

“Fuck! Beat him to death!” The scar-faced leader roared in anger, directing his men to attack.

However, the once fierce thugs had undergone a surprising transformation. In no time, they were sprawled out at the entrance of the Robert Group like a pile of dead dogs.

What the…!

Everyone gasped as they looked at the man who had appeared out of nowhere, the man who seemed to be their savior.

At that moment, Sana got a clear look at the man and exclaimed in shock, “White Mitchell!?”