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If this guy was really just a random disabled passerby, Yves King, given his temperament, wouldn't have bothered with him. Unfortunately, the bastard had fantasized about his fiancée, which ticked Yves off. And once Yves was pissed, this guy was headed for misfortune.
Knocking over a dozen men as he fought his way through, Yves was growing more formidable. His murderous aura thickened, solid as substance, choking Carter Lewis as if by the throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Big Boss, I was wrong. I shouldn't have blocked your way." Carter blanched, pleading earnestly, "I'll make way for you right now." He frantically maneuvered his wheelchair, trying to escape. As pathetic as one could imagine.
Thwack~ His wheelchair was stopped by Yves' foot. Carter immediately looked as bitter as if he had swallowed a dose of bitter gourd, crying out, "Big... Senior Brother, I'm just a disabled man. Who do you want to find? I can guide you there."
