Mitchell shot Nathan a smug smile, asking, "So what will you choose?"
The moment Queenie started wailing, Nathan's face darkened.
He finally raised his head to look at Mitchell with icy eyes. "You scared my daughter!"
Huh?
Mitchell and his men were dumbfounded at his words.
You're soon to be a dead man, yet your only concern is for your daughter?
Shouldn't you be begging for mercy or coming with us obediently? How dare you accuse us of scaring your daughter!
Infuriated at how Nathan did not seem to betaking him seriously, Mitchell narrowed his eyes and scoffed. "Since you don't seem to appreciate my kindness in letting you choose, let me decide for you! Scorpion!"
Scorpion intoned, "At your service, Sir!" Mitchell commanded icily, "I don't want to see him in one piece, but we can't let him die since Mr. Harbor still wants to personally torture him. Break all his limbs instead!"
"Understood!" Scorpion answered with a cruel smile.
With that said, he stalked toward Nathan menacingly while the Smiths watched on in horror.
Colin, the Elite Eight, and Frida wanted to stop the thug, but Nathan gestured for them to stay back.
He smiled at his sobbing daughter and cooed, "Queenie, you wanna see Papa beat up a monster?"
The little girl snuck a glance at the ugly faces of the Four Guardians before nodding her head vehemently. "Papa, I'm scared! He's coming!”
"Don't be afraid, darling. Papa will beat them up for making you cry, okay?" Nathan reassured.
That said, he stood up and headed for Scorpion.
The Smiths grew tense, while little Queenie even clenched her tiny fists as she watched her father.
Mitchell and the rest of the Elite Club members were chortling as they waited to see Nathan get his ass kicked by Roc.
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