Zhuo Junyue stood up and walked over to Myron, "To me, you're disposable. Have you ever seen our Zhuo family's crocodile pond? The teeth are very sharp."
Having said that, Zhuo Junyue paused for a moment, then sized him up from head to toe.
"I guess if Mr. Myron were thrown in, it would probably take about half an hour for your body to be dismembered."
Upon hearing Zhuo Junyue's words, Myron couldn't help but shudder.
In front of this man, he was like a born ruler. His words were like a divine decree, unquestionable in their truth.
"You...you don't have to threaten me, I won't say anything."
"Such character, I like it. It seems like your fingers and toes are redundant, Ah Long…"
Once Zhuo Junyue finished speaking, he turned around.
Understanding his orders, Ah Long took out a knife and swiftly cut off two of Myron's toes.
Myron screamed in pain. If they continued to cut, even if the organization sent someone to rescue him, he would be crippled.
