"Ouch!"
"Martin Flescher." Martin curtly said before letting go of Jihan's reddened hand.
If he hadn't had such a great restrain, he didn't know what he could do to this bitch Omega for what he did to Narin. Jihan was most likely the reason behind the owner's death too.
Ryley rolled his lips inwardly and softly cleared his throat so as not to show too much contempt. The blond then folded his arms in front of his chest with a contrived smile.
"Sorry, Mr. Jihan. My friend didn't mean to hurt you. He's a black belt in Taekwondo and he's just finished his morning training, so his muscles are still pretty tense." He muttered in a sassy tone.
"A-ah, I see… Don't worry about it." Jihan replied with a grimace, feeling irritated but he had to endure it because he didn't want to lose a chance to get more money.
Seeing Martin struggle to hold back, Ryley took out his phone and quickly typed something on the screen.
