"What do you still want, brat? I'm one of the Hugo's..." Neil gritted his teeth, prepared to reveal his identity again.
Slap!
Fane turned his hand and slapped Neil real hard. A big palm print flashed red on Neil's face.
"I knew your identity from the start. There’s no need for you to introduce yourself!” Fane smiled coldly and said.
"I’m telling you, if you dare to slap me..."
Slap!
"You...”
Slap!
After three consecutive slaps, Neil was so dazed he could see stars and almost fainted.
"Brother, it’s all my fault. I don't dare to do it anymore!"
Neil was afraid of getting beaten. He knelt and knocked his knees hard on the ground. Then he started begging for mercy.
"Your head would not be at the place it is right now if i t wasn't for my daughter, she doesn't have to witness that bloody scene!"
Fane smiled indifferently. He did not use much strength. If he was serious with his slaps, Neil’s head would have flown away with just one slap.
"Brother, my bad. You're my brother. I've repented. Please let me go!"
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