"Crack—"
The hand Niall Lawson had raised to strike someone produced a crisp sound.
He squatted on the ground in pain as his arm fractured on the spot.
William Cole moved left and right, his feet kicking out at the blonde girl and the girl in the red dress respectively, pulling Hannah Garcia behind him to protect her.
"Hannah, are you okay?" William Cole's concern was evident.
Several bright red handprints were clearly visible on Hannah's lovely face.
Upon seeing William Cole, tears rimmed Hannah's eyes, but she held her tears back and didn't break down crying, "I'm fine."
Niall Lawson roared, "Kid, you're sick of living, aren't you? You still dare to come after me to Midocen Entertainment?"
"Looking for a death wish?"
"Security, all of you come out here and get this little brat."
"You deliberately hurt me and broke my arm. I'm going to hire the best lawyer in Midocen and throw you in jail for life," Niall Lawson blustered.