Greg Jensen's steps faltered, and he came to a stop, frowning, "Your uncle is Glen Wolfe?"
"Yes, yes, yes, my uncle is Glen Wolfe."
Seeing this, the young man thought Greg Jensen's attitude had softened and, with great joy in his heart, he hastily said:
"Bro, it's just a woman—give my uncle some face. In return, I'll say a few good words for you to my uncle..."
Bang!
The young man's body flew out again, hitting the wall and then falling to the ground.
He had just hit the floor when he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
Before he could react, Greg Jensen was once again upon him.
As he lifted his head in terror, he saw those cold eyes void of any emotion, staring coldly down at him.
"Call your uncle and tell him you've been taken. Tell him to come and save you himself."
"You...."
The young man didn't know what Greg Jensen intended and hesitated slightly; in that moment of hesitation, another kick came flying toward him.
Plump!
