The youngsters said in horror.
"F*ck off!"
Zander snapped in disgust.
The youngsters quickly picked up their companions from the ground and hurriedly ran away.
When the youngsters were a few dozen meters away, they turned around and shouted to Zander, "F*ck you! Don't think we're just going to let what happened today go. We'll come after you!"
"You're finished! You're done! Wait and see!"
"You're dead meat for offending White Group!"
Zander acted as if he were going to catch up with the youngsters, and they were instantly scared out of their wits and ran away screaming.
Sean was speechless.
The youngsters were like clowns, yet they thought they were handsome and cool.
There was probably nothing funnier in the world.
"Commander, did I go too far?" Zander touched the back of his head sheepishly.
"No, not really. I think you did it too lightly... Hmm. But this is good too."
Sean said with a nod.
Then Sean and Zander headed toward East World Hotel.
The Jensen family's residence in Midwich.
There was a sumptuous table of food and wine in the luxurious living room.
There were at least two dozen various dishes on the large table. It was almost full, and there were two bottles of whiskey on the table,
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