After venting his anger, the entire living room was left in ruins.
"Yeah, having a good family background really makes you powerful," Nomadey said weakly, slumped on the sofa, a look of dejection on his face. "No matter how angry you get, what can you do to him?"
"I can make him kneel and call me 'father,' not kneel and serve him like a dog." A calm voice echoed through the living room.
Nomadey jumped, startled.
"Who's there?" His face changed, and he immediately tried to get up. But as soon as he stood halfway, he froze. A cold blade pressed against his neck, sending a chilling shiver through his spine.
"Brother, if it's money or something else you want, just say the word. Don't hurt me. I beg you, just take the money and leave," he said, raising his hands in surrender and even closing his eyes in fear.
