"My patience is limited if you cannot give me the answer I want..."
Julius Reed said this, stood up and sneered coldly, "Don't blame me for being too cruel."
"Who on earth are you!"
Cristiano Grey's face contorted with bulging veins, as he moaned in pain.
Both legs, utterly ruined.
His kneecaps were smashed to pieces.
Now even if he wanted to run, he didn't have the strength to stand up.
A lamb to the slaughter.
Half a minute ago, he had been looming large, threatening the other party.
Half a minute later, his legs were crippled, and he lay on the ground gasping for breath.
And the man he had threatened was standing right in front of him.
Watching coldly.
"Who I am is unimportant. In other words, a dead man doesn't need to know too much."
Julius Reed slowly lifted a foot and stomped down hard on his ankle.
Crack!
Bones were instantly crushed underfoot.
"Hiss!"
Cristiano Grey took a sharp breath as his face began to redden.
Pain!
