"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." The man was completely seized by fear, trembling all over.
Liam Yancey's handsome face was sinister, his eyes, now bloodshot, had completely lost patience. He stomped forcefully on the man's right arm, his voice bloodthirsty, "Is it this hand? Huh!?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." The man was in excruciating pain, nodding frantically, scared out of his wits.
"Hmph!" Liam Yancey snorted coldly and then ordered, "Fierce Eagle, chop off one of his fingers!"
"Yes!" Fierce Eagle's expression was grave as he immediately stepped forward, pulling the plump man up from the ground. The two bodyguards behind him came over to hold him.
The people present were completely terrified, thinking they had encountered a gang boss, too scared to utter a sound.
"Spare me, please spare my life..." The fat man began to beg for mercy, nodding and bowing non-stop, his face a mess of snot and tears, as pitiful as could be.
