Hao Jian sneered at Dwight in front of him, "You talk too much, which is why I had to break one of your legs first before having this conversation. Now, have you calmed down?"
"If you dare hurt me, you're opposing the entire Nicholas Consortium. You won't survive long, hahaha..." However, instead of showing any remorse, Dwight laughed wildly, his demeanor arrogant and overbearing.
"It seems you still haven't learned how to talk properly," Hao Jian sighed, grabbing Dwight's other leg.
"You... what are you trying to do?" Seeing Hao Jian grab his leg, Dwight suddenly became anxious.
"Since I'm as good as dead anyway, why don't I take you down with me before I go?" Hao Jian smirked maliciously.
"Mr. Hao Jian, let's talk this over. Please, don't harm our young master!" At that moment, an elderly man hurried over.
"Fute, call my dad here right now; I want this brat to have nowhere to bury his corpse!" Dwight roared.
