The answer made Wallace freeze in disbelief. What the hell is going on today? First I got beaten up by a lowly driver, and then a filthy mechanic yells at me? What is this? Loser’s Bragging Day?

“Why are you wasting your time on these losers? Just get rid of them and go back to the gathering,” Izzy urged impatiently. They’re just no-name losers. Beat them up and get it over with. Don’t waste your time talking to them.

Outside the room, everyone else was watching the show unfurl without raising even a finger to help. After all, this had nothing to do with them. You only have yourself to blame, Thomas. You hit Wallace, and this is what you get.

“Nate!” Wallace looked at Nate.

“Kill that little b*stard!” Nate swung his hand down.

But before Nate’s lackeys could do anything, Sean asked curiously, “Who the hell are you?”

“You’re asking me? What’s that got to do with you? F*ck off if you don’t wanna die!”

Nate shot Sean an icy look of scorn and disdain. Who’s this little sh*t? What kind of question is that? Don’t you see you guys are in trouble? Shut the f*ck up or I’ll kill you too!

“Someone has a short temper.” William smiled as he lit a cigar, then he turned to Thomas. “I’m not saying anything, Thomas, but why did you snap his fingers?”

He was not afraid in the slightest. “What should I

he looked at Nate coldly. “You should have snapped his neck and been done with it. If you did,

law. Killing him is going to get me in

going to get me in

is he

even know

“Probably not.”

think? Wallace has to lay low, but you can insult him all you want?” Aaron blurted. He despised Thomas even

bottle and

now you’re insulting me just to butter up Wallace? Just because he looks like he has the advantage? I didn’t do anything to you, and you’re calling my friends trash?

He could not believe Thomas would go so far. Blood was trickling down his head, and he held it tightly as he glared daggers at Thomas. If looks could kill, Thomas would

There’s a bunch of people here. If you missed that throw by just a few degrees, someone else could have gotten hurt.

you want if you’re powerful enough, but the problem is, you’re just a measly driver. You don’t

out. He swung his hand down and sent his thugs straight

the chair behind him and smashed it down on the head of

thug fell. He was covered in blood while his

he smashed it in one go? How much force

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