In the abandoned factory, several men wearing suits, felt hats, and smoking cigarettes stood casually around.
Today, during the day, those few guys who had a conflict with Donnie had their clothes stripped off and were confined in individual iron cages.
Each one bore varying degrees of bruising on their bodies.
At this moment, their faces no longer held the previously restrained arrogance, only fear.
"Haha, how about that, Donnie? Are you satisfied with such a punishment?"
Joseph pointed at the people in the iron cages and laughed loudly as he asked Donnie.
Jessica Dole, who was following beside Donnie, evidently hadn't seen such a scene before. She suppressed the fear in her heart, standing by Donnie's side.
"These punks actually dared to mess with my friend, they truly don't know whether to live or die!"
