At this moment, he was acutely aware that Adam Jones truly harbored the intention to kill him.
"President Jones, spare my life, President Jones, you've misunderstood, it really isn't... Ah!!"
Adam Jones's foot pressed down on the back of the man's hand, and the sound of breaking bones followed.
Even Robert Green, standing nearby, felt his own bones ache at the sight.
"I'll give you another chance to admit your mistake."
Compared to the murderous intent on his face, his tone was so calm it lacked any trace of emotion, yet the more so it was, the more terrified the middle-aged man became, trembling to the bone.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, President Jones, I admit my mistake, please spare me this time."
"Of course."
Adam suddenly laughed, but his expression was that of a demon ascending from Hell, even the curve of his smile seemed to be edged with blades, capable of slicing the person before him into countless pieces.
