"Farewell!"
Richard Thomas stood up angrily, but when he reached the door, it was as if a sandbag weighing 200 pounds was tied to his legs. He could no longer move.
As Sean Martin had said, if he did not deal with Oliver Walker, he would be very miserable.
No!
Shawn Martin dared to ask for an exorbitant price because he knew what Richard Thomas was thinking.
Therefore, after understanding this point, Richard Thomas, who was also shrewd, opened the private room door. However, in an instant, his expression changed, and he shouted, "You… Who are you? What do you want?"
However, just as he finished speaking, he was then kicked by a man wrapped up in long pieces of clothes.
"Bang, bang..."
Without any time to react, Richard Thomas hugged his stomach and fell to the ground, screaming miserably.
"You want to leave? Do you think my territory is your backyard?" Sean Martin laughed coldly.
