How is Donald's act of slaughtering someone as if they were livestock legal? Just how far does Donald's connection stretch that the police help him?
Willard felt helpless.
“Oh? Are you sure?” Donald asked.
“We're sure. There's nothing wrong with what you've done, Mr. Campbell.”
Once Clifford finished, Donald swung the cleaver in his hand downward and chopped off three of Willard's fingers in front of everyone.
Clifford's lips twitched, but there was not any hint of a smile on his face.
Willard wailed in pain and pointed at Donald. “You've all seen it! He cut off my fingers. My fingers!”
Clifford glanced at Willard and then said, “Your fingers were cut off in the middle of a fight by the United Hearts Society. What does this have to do with Mr. Campbell? I suggest you behave yourself, or you may be dead in the battle.”
Willard finally understood the situation when he heard Clifford's response.
No one here would bat an eyelid even if Donald beat him to death.
“Don't worry. I'm a man of my word. If I say I'll only take three of your fingers, that's all I'll take, so keep this in mind.” Donald threw the cleaver aside, then gestured for Tanya to go over to him. “Come here.”
Having witnessed Donald's ruthlessness, Tanya looked at him as if she was looking at a devil. She dared not act haughtily as before.
Tanya moved slowly to Donald, and before he did anything, she knelt before him.
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