Bridget’s eyes narrowed to slits. Despite her smile, her other facial features seemed cold.

That was when Darius opened the backdoor inside the hotel and saw a trembling Brock, who could barely stand upright in front of Bridget. Likewise, he noticed a more polished man among the enemy team, Phaedrus, who lay dead on the ground due to severe injuries.

Frost coated Darius’ eyes as he scanned the battlefield, where people were still fighting in the background. However, both teams seemed like their minds were elsewhere.

Frowning in annoyance, he thundered, “Listen up, every staff member of Umbrite Hotel! I want you to fight off our enemies with the utmost seriousness. Otherwise, you’ll have to face the consequences! Need I remind you guys that I’m quick to anger?”

He then turned to look at Brock and calmly said, “I’d surrender if I were you. After all, the only one who can effectively defeat our security guards is Phaedrus, but he’s dead. No one can help you since you’re so useless. Tha