Chapitre 142: Chapter 139: God Bless Victor!_2

```

"No need!"

"Oh shit, we are Mr. Victor's Imperial Guard, Guzman, next it's your mother's turn, she took your money, and then lived in the house you gave her, she's an accomplice to a drug trafficker, we'll definitely kill all the closest people around you, a drug trafficker must suffer more than anyone else!"

The hooded man saluted and, with a straight swing of his right hand, yelled, "Long live!"

"Daddy save me!" On the screen, Ainsley finally seemed like he had "freed himself" from the plastic bag and was shouting loudly.

"Ahhh!"

Guzman couldn't take it anymore, he picked up a baseball bat beside him and charged to smash the TV and the accompanying sound system worth tens of thousands of US dollars to pieces.

Arturo stood beside him, not daring to move.

Who the fuck could bear being mocked like this?

Especially since Guzman was a well-known big drug trafficker in Mexico?

The electronics were smashed to bits.