Chapter 187 Kneeling Down in Fear

• At this moment, eight cars pulled up in front of the hotel. Jeremy stepped from one of the luxury vehicles. His face was ashen with rage, exuding a murderous aura.
• Behind him stood two men. One of them, in his sixties, was short and thin with a mouthful of yellow teeth. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and his hands were stuffed into his pockets.
• The other man, in his early forties, stood about five feet nine inches tall. He wore a tank top, his body rippling with muscle. His eyes were as round as bronze bells. The veins on his hands were dark as iron. His palms were twice the size of an average person's.