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Dozens of men charged at Colin, but before they could even touch him, Colin had sent them flying with a single punch, leaving Treyvon standing there with a stunned look on his face.

Colin barked, "How dare bottom feeders like you bully the people of Eurasia?"

He slammed his palm against Treyvon several times. The loud slaps echoed across the silent bar.

When Colin noticed Treyvon's swollen cheeks and his bloodied mouth, Colin ordered, "Kneel!"

Colin was still fuming in anger. Seeing Treyvon's slow movements, Colin helped Treyvon by exerting pressure on his shoulder.

Treyvon felt a heavy weight on his shoulder, bending him to his knees. His legs weakened against the overwhelming force and he soon dropped to his knees with a loud thud.

His knees hit the floor so hard that they began to bleed whilst his face contorted with pain.

Colin demanded, "Apologize!"

Nothing was scarier than a vengeful person!

After being taught a lesson by Colin, Treyvon turned as timid as a mouse. He immediately apologized to Ava and Nathan with a trembling voice. "I'm sorry, miss and mister. We were wrong."

The bar's patrons cheered when they saw how the vicious gang was taught a lesson.

Colin questioned, "Mr. Cross, what should we do with them?"

Nathan replied coldly, "Call the police. Have them deport these people back to their country. Eurasia welcomes friendly international citizens, but we don't accept trash that abuses their power and right to be here."

Treyvon and the gang members panicked, hearing they would be deported back to their country.

They would return to the slums if they were deported back to Ariarica. That was hell as compared to their lives now.

Many wanted to migrate to Ariarica for a better life, but Ariarica was like hell to them.

They didn't want to return, no matter the cost.

Treyvon pleaded, "No, please don't call the police. Please don't deport us back to Ariarica. It's hell there. We won't go back there even if we die." Nathan opened his mouth to say something, but a chilling voice cut him off.

"Trash like you are an embarrassment to the people of Ariarica."

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Everyone turned their heads to the owner of the voice and saw a bulky man with foreign subordinates walking into the bar casually.

Nathan's brows furrowed at the man's words. The bulky man seemed to be Eurasian, but the way he put it made it seem like he was Ariarican. The claim annoyed Nathan.

Nathan asked, "Who are you?"

The bulky man introduced himself arrogantly. "I'm Jarek Zeyl."

Nathan asked, "Eurasian?"

Jarek answered, "I have a green card, so I'm a true Ariarican."

Nathan retorted dispassionately, "Another traitor of the nation who ditched his ancestry and origins."

"What? You want to speak up for your Ariarican friends?"

Jarek was infuriated at Nathan's biting remark. "I'm not here for them. I'm here for you."

Creases formed between Nathan's brows at the news.

Jarek reminded, "You insulted Ms.

Danvers today. She's my colleague." Nathan merely smirked at his answer. "That means you're here to look for trouble as well then?"

Jarek scoffed, “Don't say I didn't give

you a chance. If you go to Ms. Danvers now, beg on your knees, and agree to the Ariarican's terms, I might let you off just this once. How about that?"

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Nathan smiled. "I don't need your chance, but I can forgive you if inform your superior to stop

oppressing Eurasian companies. Do assay, and I'll let this matter slide."

Jarek laughed boisterously at Nathan's words.

He looked over at his subordinates with a smile. "You heard that, boys? This fellow said he would let the matter slide. He still doesn't get the situation he's in right now.

Coen, Owain, and a dozen Ariarican military men laughed as if on cue.

Jarek narrowed his eyes and drawled, "Coen, Owain, go and wake this dude up. Let him know who's the one calling the shots here."