‘What are these riffraffs doing here?’ Arnold, the president of the guild asked the hotel security personnel that was outside when he arrived at the Swiss hotel. Arnold already knew that the crowd had gathered, protesting on behalf of Leo Golak. He had been called on the phone by one of the guild's executives, who was present in the hotel when the protest started, and he was informed. Arnold walked majestically to the front of the crowd, boring his eyes devilishly into each and every one of the protesters that his eyes could meet up with. The mischievous group only stared back at President Arnold without fear and budging.
‘Hello guys, you have to disperse, and go back to your homes, please. This gathering is illegal and might attract the authorities to use brute force on you if you do no
