William Cole did not expect Ruth Dawn to issue such an order.
He didn't bother with small talk and directly forced his way in.
"If you don't honor the toast, you must drink a forfeit; stop him and beat him to death!" the Dawn family's bodyguards shouted. They charged at him, and the foreign muscle men, without further ado, joined the fray.
Like wild beasts, a total of more than thirty people rushed at William Cole.
William Cole was not at all polite. He took them down one by one with his foot; with his current martial arts strength, his Internal Power was almost on par with a Half-step Grandmaster.
Even if his techniques were lacking, these ordinary bodyguards didn't stand a chance, especially without guns in their hands. He was not afraid to take on thirty or so by himself.
"Bang——!"
"Smack——!"
"Crack——!"
Crisp sounds rang out, and in less than three minutes, those thirty or so people lay on the ground, their limbs broken. They groaned in pain as they lay there.