“Even in a moment like this, you are still so shameless,” sneered Dixon. “Seems like your knee hasn’t hurt enough.”

He grasped a small hammer in his hand. It seemingly glimmered wickedly under the dim light.

It was a truly menacing sight.

Looking on tyrannically, he held down Arthur’s legs as his lips curled cruelly. “Grandpa, what if I hammer your knees a little more…”

“No! No! You devil! How do I end up with a grandson like you! Go away! Ahhhhhh!”

Arthur’s eyes widened in terror as a heart-rending howl escaped his mouth.

He tried to struggle in order to escape and his body jerked backward in the futile attempt.

However, Dixon’s grip was too strong. He could not break free no matter how much he struggled. The wicked man raised the hammer in his hand up high before slamming it down onto poor old Arthur’s left knee.

A dull, sickening thud rang out.

Thump!

“ARGHHHHHH!”

beads of sweat covered Arthur’s forehead. His eyes shot up, almost popping out of their sockets, as minuscule capillaries inside burst and turned

face borne

one, right?” Dixon

reverberated with

How dare you! I am your grandfather! How can

“You unfilial offspring!”

I have a damned

whore! She’s just

between his

old man’s scrawny chin. “I dare you to scold

in my hands. I want you to witness with your own eyes the fate of all your children and grandchildren – everyone in the Haddock family – be damned to

“You… You…”

at a loss for words.

of the Haddock Group now! Hehehe! Your favorite second son is just a paralyzed invalid! Your other sons and grandsons were

of the old man, then he raised the hammer once more and slammed it down with full force onto the Arthur’s

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