"Did you just hit me? Again?" Ian demanded.
"How dare you do so in front of Mr. Grolf?"
Ian held his cheek as he glared at Nathan angrily. He was so infuriated that he wished he could devour Nathan right this minute.
Wendy, who was standing beside Nathan, was about to cry.
On their way here, she had reminded Nathan again and again to stay calm and let her deal with the matter so Ian could forgive them.
She knew Ian was rich and influential with friends on both sides of the law. They were no match for him.
The nephew had also promised her to not act recklessly, but he gave Ian a tight slap the moment he saw that man.
We're so doomed! She thought.
Indeed, Ian turned to Grolf indignantly and cried, "Mr. Grolf, look! He's so arrogant and even ignored your existence! Please help me teach him a lesson. Skin him alive and tear him apart. Make him suffer!”
Color left Wendy's face instantly.
Everyone turned to look at Grolf, but realized he was gazing at Nathan in shock.
Ian was surprised at his reaction and thought, Is Mr. Grolf in shock because Nathan slapped me in front of him?
"Mr. Grolf? Mr. Grolf!"
The mafia boss only returned to his senses after Ian called him twice.
Holding his wounded cheek, Ian complained, "Mr. Grolf, he had the nerve to slap me in front of you. How atrocious! Hurry, avenge me!"
Before Grolf could speak, one of his men, Baldy, strode over to Nathan.
The subordinate demanded viciously, "You b*****d! How dare you slap Mr. Grant in front of our boss?"
Having said that, he flung his fist at Nathan.
But the latter's punch was much faster than Baldy's,
Thud!
His fist hit Baldy's jaw and crushed it completely.
Baldy didn't even have a chance to cry in pain as he fainted at once.
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