Chapter 592: A Thought of Hell
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"Hello~ My name is John Leo." Dressed in a sharp white suit, an imposing John Leo with an inscrutable smile, bowed slightly towards Beau Yost, saying, "Or you can call me by my nickname, 'The Radiator'. People tell me I have a temper, with a tendency to kill a bit too easily. Wherever I pass, nothing grows."
In a secluded and quiet factory, a disheveled Beau Yost, bound tightly to a chair, was stripped down to his underwear. He trembled incessantly like a lamb awaiting slaughter. His wide, frightened eyes, now dull and lifeless, looked fearfully at the seemingly amiable man, who still sent chills down his spine.
"I'm the brother of that masked man." John Leo impatiently explained his identity, squinting knowingly at Beau Yost and slapping him haphazardly on the shoulder, "You've done quite the service in this terrorist incident. Saved everyone single-handedly. On behalf of my brother, I want to express my sincere gratitude."
