As Wallace spoke, he reached under the table and pressed a hidden button.
Ring! Ring! Ring!...
A shrill alarm blared through the building.
In an instant, the entire company erupted like a disturbed hornet's nest. A flood of thugs poured out from every corridor, quickly converging on the president's office.
In no time, the office was completely surrounded, packed tight with bodies.
A sea of dark figures stretched as far as the eye could see—at least a hundred men, and the number kept growing.
"Brat, I heard you're pretty good with your fists," Wallace sneered, grinning smugly.
"So what if you can take on a dozen? I've got over two hundred guys here. Let's see how you handle that!"
"No matter how skilled you are, you can't fight them all."
"Looks like you came prepared," Gabriel sai
