He didn't expect to see such a cruel scene.
Quayle picked up a vase from the side and quickly walked to the two of them. David wanted to plead for mercy, but Quayle was already in front of him.
As he smashed down, a miserable cry came from the hotel. "Ah—"
David instantly collapsed to the ground, his hand deforming as cold sweat trickled down his face. He had also fainted.
If such injuries weren't treated in time, he would probably never recover.
Quayle glanced at Sharon. She doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping me.
In that situation, Quayle said, "You offended someone you shouldn't have offended. I will cripple your limbs and eyes to make sure you are useless for the rest of your life!"
As he spoke, Quayle raised the vase in his hand and smashed it down.
David had completely lost consciousness. If he had to take any more of this, he would've died from the pain!
