Chapter 961: Counterplot

As his voice fell, his smile on his face turned eerie, and at the same time, the highball glass in his hand hit the floor. The glass shattered instantly, littering the ground with shards. The red wine in the cup flowed everywhere on the golden floor, swiftly seeping into the cracks of the tiles. Gold and red intertwined, rich and dazzling in color. Casting the glass was the signal. Outside, the people on guard heard the crisp sound and suddenly appeared, each holding weapons. They were all dressed in black robes, their faces obscured by white masks, and they held state-of-the-art German guns. The guns were aimed at Blaine. The situation took a drastic turn; the man who had just been boastful and vowing to take down Sam, was now trembling like a scared shrimp. Blaine was sweating profusely, never imagining that he would end up outnumbered despite bringing along so many companions. Before he came, Blaine had investigated that Sam did not have much backup, even if the big brother inten