"If it's not that, then what do you want?"
Jecht looked at Connor with a puzzled expression.
The expression on Eugenia's face was somewhat puzzled as well. She didn't quite understand what Connor meant.
Jecht's right wrist was grabbed by Connor, and he was a little surprised. He thought Connor had stood up to give up his seat, but he didn't expect that to not be the case.
Connor held Jecht's wrist tightly and said calmly, "I'll give you one chance now. If you know what's good for you, then get out of this car quickly. If you do, I won't hit you. Otherwise, you can forget about this arm…"
"You dare to threaten me—"
When Jecht heard his words, he was instantly furious and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Crack!"
However, before Jecht could finish his sentence, Connor exerted his strength and broke Jecht's wrist.
