Chapter 190: Peter of the Black Panther Hall
"Get down in three seconds."
John's voice was like a blade of ice slicing through the air—chilling, sharp, and without mercy. He stared down at Bentley, the tone of his countdown calm but full of lethal intent.
"Three... Two..."
Bentley's expression twisted into an ugly sneer, but behind the facade, fear crept in.
His pride wouldn't let him surrender. He had already watched all his elite bodyguards get crushed by this one man. John's power was undeniable. Still, Bentley clung to a sliver of hope.
Just a few more minutes... Peter should be here soon.
Peter of the Black Panther Hall—the man Bentley had been counting on from the beginning. The one who had helped him seize this club in the first place. The Hall wasn't far. Once Peter arrived, everything would turn in Bentley's favor. He would let Peter deal with John, and then gloat over the man's broken body.
He just had to buy some time.
But John wasn't feeling patient.
The moment the final word—"One"—left his lips, John moved. In a blink, he was gone from the bottom of the stairs.
The next heartbeat, he was already standing before Bentley.