"What are you looking at!"
The security guards not only did not stop the act of beating someone in the hotel but also bellowed at the onlooking guests.
And checked their phones, deleting all the video footage.
Although these people were usually quite influential as business elites, they were as submissive as grandsons in the hotel, obediently complying.
"Boss, I was wrong! Please spare my life!"
Thayer Taylor lay sprawled on the hotel floor, feeling as if several of his ribs were broken, with blood constantly surging up his throat, his body feeling like it was falling apart.
"Is that so?"
Julius Reed sneered, squatting down and pressing Thayer Taylor's head: "Just now you were begging me to hit you, and now you change your tune? If I hit you when you ask and stop when you say, wouldn't I look rather foolish?"
After speaking, he slowly stood up and single-handedly picked up a chair from beside the dining table.
Crack!
Without the slightest pause!
