Hearing that, Donald questioned plainly, “You can't even do anything to me when you're alive, so what can you do in death?”
The last shred of Bobby's dignity withered away at his words.
Bobby endured the flaring pain in his stomach as he walked toward the table and started eating.
At first, he didn't feel like the task was impossible.
After all, he was eating food that he cooked himself. Even though the dishes were a bit unpleasant, he was used to them.
However, things started getting harder for him when he was halfway through the meal.
Not only was the amount of food too much, but Bobby was having problems digesting it as well.
Besides, the fact that those dishes got saltier the more he ate and that they had already cooled didn't make it easier for him.
Just when he was halfway through eating the pork, he couldn't bear it anymore and spit the food back out.
Donald glanced at the puke on the ground and stated, “I said to finish all the dishes, so you'll have to eat up the food you vomited as well.”
Bobby saw red when he heard that. He's being too much! He's definitely crossing the line!
Upon that thought, he picked up the kitchen knife on the ground and slashed at Donald while the latter's guard was down.
He roared, “D*mn you! I'm going to kill you!”
Unexpectedly, the knife came to a stop three inches in front of Donald's forehead.
It wasn't because Bobby suddenly had a change of heart but because Donald caught the knife with two of his fingers.
Riley was completely stunned upon seeing that.
Oh my goodness! What kind of move is that? Is Donald a legendary expert or something?
Donald proceeded to give Bobby a hard slap to the face, causing the man to lose a few of his teeth.
Subsequently, two police officers rushed forward to pin Bobby down.
Staring at Bobby, Donald said cooly, “You're not worthy enough to make a move against me.”
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