"You-!"
Bang! A tea cup flew from afar and smashed onto the man's forehead.
Then, shards scattered everywhere.
In an instant, this group of well-trained officers rapidly drew their guns.
They aimed at the business tycoon Christopher Robinson standing behind the sofa in unison.
"Want to try your hand?" The man raised his eyebrows disdainfully, his tone unfriendly to those present.
Already frustrated because of Amelia Cobb, he had yet to vent his anger fully.
But these officers unexpectedly showed up just for this reason.
Christopher Robinson strode forward in his perfectly fitted suit, reaching for the officer's gun in his hand.
However, the officer refused to let go.
Christopher glanced over with a malicious grin smeared with bloodlust, "What? Don't you know who I am?"
All the officers who arrived this time were personally selected by Your Excellency. Just the word "personally" represents everything. As to when he had so much free time to select officers himself.