"Kneel!"
When that voice rang out, Cesar Pendleton's body trembled.
When had he ever been humiliated like this?
"Fuck off!"
He picked up the steel knife from the ground, ready to wield it forward!
But in the next moment, the man in black had the blade pressed against his throat.
"If you don't believe me, you can try and see if I dare to kill you."
The air instantly froze.
The gangsters all looked up, curious to see how their boss would handle this.
With a notorious reputation, would Cesar Pendleton really be trampled underfoot today?
"Tell me, who exactly are you!"
He took a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly.
Before today, Cesar Pendleton couldn't believe that anyone would dare to point a knife at him and order him to kneel.
If someone really said that, he would have laughed it off, thinking that person was a lunatic,
and then casually order his men to break the lunatic's legs.
But now, he was starting to believe it.
