"Sir, Mrs. Blair is safe at home."

One couldn't tell that Sean's look changed much.

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Without Sophia and Catherine, Sean didn't have anyone to think about while engaging in the fight.

"Sean, do you want to stay and see this? How surprised am I that we share the same hobby?"

Harlan had a glass of red wine. It was crimson and unpleasant as the blood on the ground.

"I'm not like you."

Sean wasn't into bloody stuff. However, he would resort to means ten times cruelest if it involved his limit. He wasn't interested in the gross flesh-cutting scene in case his eyes were spoiled.

"Oh? What's the difference?"

"I'm not interested in this."

"Sean, you don't strike me as a merciful person."

"But, Sean, if you want to keep him alive, you have to play by my rules."

Sean pulled a chair and sat down, "Money is not a problem."

"I know you're wealthy. And me too. But Tom has to pay me what he owes. It's how things work."

Gambling was a lucrative business. Harlan was a filthy rich man, and he made money once gamblers lost it at the price of numerous broken families. But Harlan didn't care.

"So what? I'll pay you what he owes you."

"Sean, you're such a big man to care for such small matters. Tom's in luck."

Sean smiled and said, "What's your condition?"

"You know."

His condition was Sophia, but Sean took her away.

Harlan felt bad and wanted to vent off. Then there was Tom. So he tortured him.

"No. You can name a new condition."

"Not negotiable."

Sean said harshly, "So you won't do me this favor?"

"I already did you a favor by not starting to hit you."

Harlan hated to fight against Sean. But Sean didn't show him any respect. Then he would show Sean no respect.

"So you want to fight?"

"I know I'm no match of yours."

"Sean, why don't you pretend you never saw Tom?"

"I can't do this."

Sean wouldn't want to meddle in, but Sophia was Catherine's friend. Catherine would do something to help her. If Sean didn't do anything, Catherine would do something stupid.

"Fine. But Sean, I can't let Tom go."

"Good. I see we are on the same page."

Their look met in the air and started the silent contest. No one would make any compromise.

Sean was cold, and Harlan was wayward. They were both good-looking and proud men.

"Hey, take good care of Sean, okay?" Harlan ordered.

They immediately got engaged in the fight. The casino was a mess.

Sean and Harlan remained on the chair. Neither moved.

Harlan had at least dozens of men, and Andrew only brought a dozen men with him. So Sean was outnumbered. As for how good they were at fighting, there was only one way to tell.

Harlan said, "I see your men are retired army men."

Harlan poured red wine for Sean and said, "I think we should raise a glass for our time together."

Sean took one sip and didn't raise the glass. Harlan smiled with embarrassment and turned around to take one sip.

Andrew wasn't much of a fighter. He had to take command. He was a desk clerk and had to leave the fighting to Ben.

Although Sean was outnumbered, his men were good at fighting. He wouldn't hire them if they weren't good and the bodyguards were the elite.

Harlan's men were soon suppressed.

Harlan's look changed. But seeing Sean's look didn't change, he had to pretend to be relaxed.

Harlan gave the man behind him a look, and the guy went to get help.

Eric came in with a lot of men.

Andrew said, "Hey, that's a cheap shot. How could you bring in the reinforcement?"

He was so mad that his eyebrows shook. They had a good chance of winning. Then Harlan brought in so many men. That was shameless of him.

"Whatever works."

"Shame on you!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

"Then come together! I want to see how good you are."

The fight resumed.

"I like that man you have. He's very good."

Harlan said as he pointed at Ben. If only he could poach him over, Harlan thought.

Sean didn't say anything.

Harlan had to watch the group fight.

"Sean, your men are failing. Just surrender in case you get hurt."

Sean's men could not fight Harlan's men because the fight consumed energy.

"Sean, why don't you and I have a friendly match too?"

"I'm not a bully."

That implied Harlan was weak, which displeased him.

"You can't have Tom tonight. Sean, don't waste any time."

"Really?"

"Do you want to get into the fight? If you're hurt by an accident, I would feel sorry."

Sean stood up. He rolled up his sleeves slowly and unbuttoned the top buttons. Then he turned his neck.

"Sean..."

Before Harlan could finish, Sean has walked into the fight. He moved quickly and fought accurately. Wherever he went, men fell down.

Harlan was stunned. He didn't even notice the wine glass fell on the ground.

"Damn! That's hot!"

Even Harlan couldn't help admiring Sean.

Sean kicked the guy very hard, and Harlan seemed to hear a crack of bone.

Sean kept his jaw tight and looked sharp. He kicked one after another without hesitation.

Andrew had to say that Sean was super hot.

They were too focused on the fighting that they didn't notice the door was kicked open.

"Hey, how could you not send me an invitation to the fight? That's lame."

Harlan looked over and couldn't help frowning.

Why was he here? Harlan thought.

"Damn, Sean, why do you start fighting? Come back and sit down. I'll fight for you."

Sean gave him a look and said, "Where are they?"

"I've brought them all. With your order, they will blow this place up."

Harlan looked at Brad with alertness and said, "Why are you here?"

Brad smiled, "To join the fight. It's so fun. You should have invited me."

"Who do you bring?"

"You don't have to know. You just need to know they have bombs. Maybe the place will be blown up later."

"Brad!"

Harlan was furious.

"I'll catch up with you later. I have to fight first, or I feel the itch."

Then Brad joined the fight.