Chapitre 87: 87 - He isn't weak
"Well, the size of the hole was so big that my finger can get through... I think a fair price for a finger damage is exactly a finger. Don't you think men?" I asked the six security guards who had just entered. They were trained to know that I am always right, so as soon as I finished speaking a loud and clear answer was heard.
"Yes, boss!" They said in chorus as the man began to cry in despair trying to get away from me.
"Hold him." I said in a cold tone.
"Yes, boss!" The guards held the man, when he tried to get up to look at me and beg for mercy, the guards took his hair and forced him to lower his head keeping his gaze on my foot.
"Look down like the pigs." I said.
"Please Mr. Price, I have a daughter to take care of at home... if I lose a finger, I won't get the money to take care of her." The man said with a tear stained face.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
Zhanye
Zhanye ...
Aatrox was lying in bed messing with his cell phone until a message came to him.
[Zhanye: Hey, why don't you do more livestream?]
[Aatrox: I can't.]
[Zhanye: Why?]
Aatrox: Because the author decided to focus on more boring things. But in a few days either he makes me go back to doing livestream, or I rip his head off.]
Zhanye reading that got a little nervous.
[Zhanye: Haha, I pity this author so Uff...]
[Aatrox: Wait a minute... I remember you saying something that I didn't tell the story once... IT'S YOU! I'll find you!]
After sending this message, Aatrox started trying to find Zhanye's address.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone