Chapter 325

Were Kent’s bodyguards even useful?

Facing ordinary individuals, just 1 bodyguard would intimidate them, let alone 50.

The Sacco family’s bodyguards were all elite security professionals, capable of handling 10 opponents effortlessly.

However, at this moment, they were confronting Alexander, the invincible Lord of War who swept through

everything.

Just a moment ago, casually flicking a fork, the precision in strength, speed, and angle was unparalleled. almost like a divine

skill. Even in the midst of a thousand armies, capturing the head of a general was no more difficult.

No matter how many bodyguards there were, they were merely decorations, utterly incapable of hindering Alexander in the

slightest.

“You dare hurt me?!”

Feeling a piercing pain, Kent groaned loudly in pain as he felt his anger rising to a malicious level.

Clearly unaware of the terrifying nature of Alexander, he continued, “You are Amber’s husband, Alexander, yes? Quite the fighter,

aren’t you? Can you take on one, ten, or even fifty of us?

I

“You shed my blood, so now I will take your life!”

Crash!

Outside the private room, the Sacco family bodyguards, who failed to react in time, were wild—eyed and pulling out their

weapons, poised to charge in.

“You obviously haven't thought through my question.” Alexander shook his head slowly, then raised his right hand, fingers

grasping the air.

The silver fork that pierced Kent's palm seemed to be drawn by an irresistible force, carrying a spray of blood beads. Ina

moment, it returned to Alexander’s hand.

During its flight, the blood on the fork’s surface dispersed entirely, not a drop staining Alexander's hand.

“Ah!”

Another agonized scream was ripped out of Kent, who trembled in pain. While he could endure sitting in his

chair moments ago, he jolted at the newfound pain, his voice almost tearing through his throat.” vou

dare! You...”

“You still have one last chance.” Alexander held the fork, his gaze and voice equally indifferent. “Now guess, where will the fork

strike next? The eyes, the forehead, or perhaps your throat?”

Alexander’s wrist gradually bent. His right thumb and forefinger delicately held the fork, his gaze slowly moving between Kent’s

throat and forehead.

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At 6 p.m.. on the outskirts of Sunhaven, at Joule Grand Hotel.

“Phew! Finally done with the shoot.” On the second-floor luxurious banquet hall, Wanda waited for all the

waitstaff to take their positions. She took off her hat and glasses, looking relaxed.

Despite being at a private banquet, she could run into her fans anytime as a popular actress. To avoid unnecessary trouble,

concealing her appearance with a hat and sunglasses was a standard practice.

“After the post-production editing, our promotional ad is sure to go nationwide!” Sheldon was responsible for

the entire filming process, and he was confident about the advertising impact.

He looked excitedly at Alexander and Amber sitting across from him as he exclaimed, “Once the ad airs, our

skincare products will fly off the shelves. No competitors can=”

Behind him, the closed wooden door of the private room swung open, accompanied by a sly and mocking

laughter. “Did I arrive at an inopportune time? Heard something I shouldn’t have?

“What are you guys from New Chesire Group trying to do here? Since you're a guest in Sunhaven, why didn’t

you inform the Sacco family in advance? Miss Chesire, that’s just too formal, isn’t it?”

As they spoke, two figures entered the private room.

It was Kent Sacco.

Kent was followed by the smirking Waldo. He sat opposite Amber, not bothering to glance at Alexander.

He grinned insincerely and said, “Miss Chesire, my people had a little misunderstanding with you earlier. They say enemies

should be settled, not created. How about we have a drink and let bygones be bygones?”

Kent poured himself a glass of red wine and drained it in one go.

“Excuse me, sir.” Amber furrowed her eyebrows, glaring at the uninvited guest. She spoke softly, “Firstly, I don’t know you, and I

don’t know anything about the Sacco family. Secondly, as you just mentioned, your people occupied my shooting location, and

my husband has already dealt with it. We might find it hard to be friends.

“Thirdly, and most importantly, this is our celebration banquet, not open to any guests. Please leave!”

“Oh?” Kent raised an eyebrow, then smirked and said, “Miss Chesire, I’ve heard of the fame of your New Chesire Group-top in

Ol Mare, unrivaled. However, you seemed to have forgotten one thing.

“This isn’t Ol Mare but rather Sunhaven. New Chesire Group reigns supreme only in Ol Mare, while our Sacco

family is the king of Sunhaven!”

Kent's gaze swept across the banquet hall, finally landing on Wanda’s face. His eyes lit up. “Oh, Miss Wanda is also here? The

rising star, endorsing for New Chesire Group? The Sacco family is also influential in the entertainment industry, and your future

with these folks here might not be as promising as you think!”

This statement was not a threat but a fact.

The Sacco family’s business spanned throughout Sunhaven, and they also had their fingers in the

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little cost, could be blacklisted.

*Mister Sacco, are you threatening us?!” Amber’s face turned cold. She nodded reassuringly at Wanda, then stared at Kent.

“Anyone can be a businessman, and the business world knows no boundaries! You say the

Sacco family is the king of Sunhaven? Who gave you that title?

“New Chesire Group is expanding its business, be it in Ol‘ Mare or Sunhaven. It has nothing to do with you!”

Kent's surprise was replaced by a sinister smile.

Pointing to the wooden door of the private room behind him, he slowly smiled. “Do you know how many people are outside? Not

many; just fifty of the Sacco family’s bodyguards.”

At this point, he reached across the round dining table and grabbed Amber. He raised his eyebrows even higher as he said, “In

Sunhaven, the Sacco family sets the rules! Are you trying to be arrogant in Sunhaven? Don’t reach where you shouldn't! If you

touch something you shouldn’t-agh!”

Asilver fork, reflecting the light, pierced through Kent's palm. The force was subtle, perfectly piercing throug and sticking through

his hand.

Blood oozed out of Kent's wound.

It

not until the fresh blood dyed his entire palm red that he felt the excruciating pain.

“Now tell me, what are the rules?” Beside Amber, Alexander had pulled away the hand that threw the fork, looking calmly at Kent.

He continued softly, “Before answering, think it through.

“Are your guards even useful?”