Crack!
Sheldon Casey's body shivered, the entire person somewhat disoriented.
This sound, he was all too familiar with it!
Just now!
Just now—
Moon Casey's limbs had been broken!
That sound of bone fracturing, how similar was it to this one?
He closed his eyes.
He calmed himself down.
"From now on, watch your mouth!"
Terry Moore stood up, looking at the seventh son of Yorktown Family, whose legs were now useless, seemingly feeling unappeased.
"I'm a bit angry."
He walked up to the seventh son of Yorktown Family again.
"Boss Terry Moore... it was Julius Reed..."
Before the seventh son of Yorktown Family could finish his pained sentence, Terry Moore picked him up with one hand and hurled him straight towards the doorway!
Crack!
The hotel's large glass window was instantly smashed!
Shards of glass scattered all over the floor.
And the seventh son of Yorktown Family lay in a pool of blood, convulsing.
It was uncertain if he was dead or alive.
"Sacha Reed..."
