"What... what are you going to do now?" The middle-aged woman stared at Basil Jaak in horror, subconsciously wanting to hide behind the man.
However, before she could move, Basil had already acted, reaching out and grabbing her by the throat, violently lifting her off the ground.
"Uh-uh…" The middle-aged woman struggled in vain against Basil's grip, but every effort she made only seemed to tighten the chokehold.
"Basil, what are you doing? Let her go!" Yetta Astir, standing at the doorway, lost her complexion in fear and shouted urgently at Basil.
As if he hadn't heard Yetta's cry, Basil stared coldly at the prey in his hands, and said in a teasing tone, "Believe it or not, with just a little more pressure, I could snap your neck."
"Uh-uh…" The middle-aged woman desperately tried to nod, she wanted to say something but was unable to make a sound due to Basil's stranglehold. She could only make faint noises, much like a frightened cat.
