章節 895: The Mysterious Leader (3)

On the retro European style sofa, the man had a small knife in his hand and was currently peeling an apple. The man's hands were very white, and his fingers slender. He was very good at peeling the apple skin and could peel it for a long time without breaking the skin.

"I'm so sorry, boss. I was not prepared enough. I am willing to undergo any punishment." Mike's head was lowered and had wounds on his shoulders and his palms. Perhaps it was because he didn't get it treated, his wound had become infected.

The man's hand, which had been peeling the apple, stopped. "Useless!"

Mike's body shuddered. He dropped his head, his eyes flashing, and he said, grinding his teeth, "The arrival of the police was an accident. I didn't know that something like that was going to happen."