Supreme Mars

Chapter 24 Shot Dead

Everyone’s expressions changed after hearing these words. Homer and Peter even began to let out

sarcastic laughter.

Even a good drinker would have a hard time downing a bottle of vodka with 56% alcohol content in one

go. Moreover, Homer was used to drinking red wine. His stomach would be wrecked if he had to down

an entire bottle of spirits.

This was a murder attempt!

"Forget about them, Gibbs. Handcuff that guy first..."

Peter was desperate to put Leo in trouble but how could Homer, a warrant officer, take this humiliation

lying down?

"You still have 30 seconds."

Homer's eyes were as cold as a snake's. He looked at the brawny man, then at Leo.

He was warning the others.

How he dealt with this group of strong men would be how he would deal with them.

"Fuck you! Don't test me!"

The burly man's face darkened. He picked up the bottle of vodka and smashed it down on Homer's

head.

Homer did not make a move. Rather, the bodyguard beside him reacted swiftly and shattered the bottle

with a kick.

Vodka spilled and glass fragments scattered all over the floor.

"You have bodyguards?"

When the burly man saw this, his eyes lit up. He rushed forward, raised his knee, and rammed into the

bodyguard.

The strike was so fierce that the bodyguard crumpled on the floor in a heap.

The guests took a step back with trepidation and they looked at the group of aggressors with even

more horror in their eyes. It seemed that these men had no respect whatsoever for a warrant officer

representing the military region in Emerdale.

Homer called out two of his subordinates and shouted, "Get him!" Two men followed suit and charged

at the burly man.

Seeing that things were getting out of control, the guests retreated with pale faces, for fear that they

would be implicated. Victor, the manager, did not know what to do.

When he looked over at Leo, he found that he was still tasting the wine calmly and watching everything

with a smile.

"Ha-ha! How long do you think Seth needs to defeat those two?"

Laughter resounded and one of the burly men said excitedly, "I'll be the dealer! Bet whatever you

want!"

"He's been sobered up for half a minute, and his mind is still in a mess. I say, two and a half minutes at

the minimum."

"Cut the crap. How much are you betting?"

"500!"

"300! Three minutes!"

"800 for me! Two and a half minutes!"

Before the burly man named Seth fought with the two men, his companions sat on the floor and begun

wagering bets. They did not look concerned for their friend at all.

"Hans, aren't you going to play along?"

The dealer winked at the tanned, tall man in the middle with a cheeky smile.

"One minute."

The dark-skinned man continued drinking without much of an expression, his gaze drifting toward the

railing. He seemed completely uninterested in the battle.

It was as if the outcome of the battle had been decided a long time ago.

"You bastards, I'm being bullied here, but you're taking bets on me! I'll make you lose until you only Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

have the clothes on your back!"

Seth flew into a rage after hearing his companions' words. He began launching a fierce attack without

giving his opponents any chance to retaliate.

The two men fell to the ground, like battered sandbags. No one saw how Seth struck them.

"59 seconds, plus one second to spare." The dark-skinned man named Hans could not help but laugh.

"Come on, pay up! No putting it on your tab!" the dealer shouted, happily imploring others to pay up.

"Fuck, what the hell are these people? They're so useless that they made us lose money!"

The men who lost the bet acted like roosters who lost a fight and cursed at Homer's men for being

useless. Still, they coughed up the money that they owed.

The dealer grinned at the stack of cash in his hand and said happily, "The strip clubs on me tonight,

boys!"

Homer was stunned, but he quickly recovered and said with a stern expression, "Do you know the

consequences of assaulting people here?"

"What consequences?"

Seth did not take his words seriously at all.

"Turn around and see for yourself."

Without warning, all the men in black behind Homer surrounded them and looked at them menacingly.

Peter did not order his bodyguards to make a move since he had a feeling that something was amiss.

Seeing that things were escalating to dangerous proportions, William became fearful. He said to his

adoptive son, "Leo, let's leave."

"Leave? Why?"

Leo was still smiling. "If we leave now, we’ll miss out on the finale."

"Do you want to die that badly? If they catch you, they could implicate all of us in this, “Caroline

retorted, looking as uneasy as her mother.

"You have quite a lot of men with you."

Seth did not panic at all when he saw the men. His expression darkened and he added, "But if I intend

to beat someone up, even God himself can't stop me."

Just as he was about to attack, a low voice called out for him. "Seth! Come back!"

Seth's expression changed, and he looked back at the dark-skinned man in the middle of the group.

"But, Hans..."

"Come back," Hans repeated with a poker face.

"Oh, all right."

Hans pulled rank on him, so Seth reluctantly returned to his side in low spirits.

Homer thought that Hans was admitting defeat. His expression suddenly became contemptuous. He

looked back at the Leo, motioning for him to take a clear look at what was about to happen.

Leo smiled and gestured for him to do as he pleased.

Homer walked up to Hans and looked down at him. "I'll make one more exception," he said. "In ten

seconds, I want you to get the hell out of here."

Hans shook his head with a smile, and then slowly rose to his feet.

Homer thought that he was going to leave obediently, but to his surprise, Hans walked up to him and

spat a neat ring of smoke at his face. "I think you should take those words back."

Homer's eyes darkened. "And what if I don't?"

Hans said no more. He turned around and glanced at everyone.

His voice was indifferent and flat as he said, "Our comrades are being bullied. What should we do?"

These words prompted a change in the temperament of the group of lazy, burly men.

There was no more laziness nor drunkenness; only the iron will and determination of men who had

fought on the battlefield with firearms.

Everyone watched in horror as each of them took out a black pistol.

The pitch-black muzzles were pointed at Homer's men, like the fangs of venomous cobras.

The moment the burly men pulled out their pistols, Hans shouted, "Whoever dares to move, I'll have

you shot dead!"

It was as if a storm had erupted out of nowhere. No one dared to speak, and the only sound audible

was Hans's furious voice.

The scene was filled with a strong smell of death, and it was getting hard to breathe. The guests, all of

them from distinguished families, were so scared that their faces turned pale and they dared not move.

The only exception was Leo. From beginning to end; a calm smile never left his face.