Nixon Brews had never seen anything like this before; he was scared stiff and immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Big brother, I was wrong... Please spare me, I was only trying to deal with that bitch Yara Gibson, it really has nothing to do with you..."
"Please let me go, I promise, from now on, I won't trouble you ever again."
"When I see you in the future, I'll just walk the other way!"
Seeing Nixon Brews's attitude, William Cole felt no interest at all.
In his eyes, Nixon Brews was just like a child, causing minor disturbances, unable to stir up any real trouble.
Moreover, Nixon Brews's father had a special identity, and William Cole did not want to provoke a conflict with government officials.
He waved his hand: "Let him go."
"Yes!"
Noah Gibbs nodded, instructing his subordinates to make way for Nixon Brews to leave.
As Nixon Brews left, there was a wet patch beneath his trousers, and the stench was overwhelming.
"Hahaha!"