A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 700

"We're with the police investigators! Everyone on the ground right now!" the men hollered.

However, the men had pudgy faces and were not dressed in uniform. They even had tattoos covering their bodies. Instead of investigators, they looked more like vicious thugs.

Seeing that things were spiraling out of control, the security guards of the club rushed onto the scene. A bespectacled guard, who was named Paulo Jefferson, stepped forward and said, "Sir, we're open to discuss the situation at hand in a civil manner."

"Fuck! We're carrying out our duties as investigators so you can fuck right off!" a blond man, who went by the name, Barry Blunt, responded before aiming a powerful kick at Paulo.

Paulo was knocked off his feet by the kick. The other guards roared with indignation and wanted to rush forward to defend him, but Paulo quickly stopped them. He ignored the immense pain and forced a smile onto his face.

"Sirs, we've always been a legal business and have never violated the law. If there's anything about Megastar that you're dissatisfied with, we hope that you can find it in yourselves to forgive us. There's no need to get violent, right? Since everyone's already here, the bill is on us for tonight!"

Paulo knew that if he stayed patient, the issue might still be able to be resolved peacefully. After all, Megastar operated in a harmonious manner. He wouldn't lose his temper unless the situation backed him into a corner with no other way to retaliate.

However, Barry was not sympathetic toward his efforts. He dealt a powerful slap across Paulo's face and yelled, "Stop talking shit! We're carrying out our duty as investigators. How dare you try to bargain with us!"

"Boss, we found—No, I mean, my fellow investigator, we've captured someone who's using drugs!"

The men searched through the rooms, and it didn't take long for them to drag out five to six young men and women. Coincidentally, they were part of the group of well-dressed youngsters from before.

Barry scoffed as he grabbed one of the women who had a heavy layer of makeup on. "Were you using drugs in the room just now?"

"Yes," the woman answered without missing a beat.

"Where did you get the drugs from? Who gave them to you?" questioned Barry.

Barry didn't reply. Instead, he pulled out a small dagger and stabbed it into Paulo's palm, forcing him to let out an excruciating scream. The blade sank right through his flesh, pinning him to the table.

Barry laughed maniacally. "You don't deserve to know who I am. Tell your boss, Jack Holland, to show himself! Tell him that the boss will be waiting for him on 18 Peace Street in Narthorn District!"

Someone had sent out a distress signal long ago, but reinforcements were unable to rush to Paulo and the others' aid. Caspian and his men were also in trouble. A sharp-eyed man had led a group of thugs into the gym, trapping Caspian, Boris, and Nick Wilder in the room. The thugs were equipped with weapons as they started swinging them wildly at Caspian and the others.

Although Caspian and the others were skilled at fighting, they still found themselves struggling at the relentless assault. It didn't take long for them to be covered in blood. Realizing that the thugs were out for their lives, Caspian yelled, "Everyone, retreat!"

The sharp-eyed man barked out a condescending laugh. "You want to escape? How laughable."

The man wielded a machete with extreme precision. He aimed the blade at Boris, who was right in front of him, and swung the machete downward, cleanly slicing off Boris' fingers. The man flicked his wrist and brought the machete down again. Nick collapsed onto the floor, his body twitching uncontrollably.