A Billionaire After Divorce

WH... WHO ARE YOU?

"What a bunch of weaklings," staring at the so-called ninety-nine experts sprawled out on the floor around him, Jordan hisses and shakes his head, clearly disappointed.

Although he had known right from the onset that these guards were weak, he never really expected them to be this weak, to the extent that none of them could put up a fight and could only have themselves slapped away.

To think he had charged back at such weaklings, wasting his time for nothing.

He is so disappointed and he can barely hide it as he hisses again, his face stretching into a full-fledged frown.

"What?!"

"The guards are already defeated?" Meanwhile, at the sight of the sudden turn of events, the room instantly breaks into an uproar, the eyes of the crowd wide as saucers. Despite that they had watched Jordan slapping the guards away, they are still nonetheless shocked at the end result.

What's even more shocking is that these guards were armed with batons, had terrifying numbers, and even the build and statu