Logan was infuriated. As the prestigious scion of a wealthy family, he had always been respected by many ever since he was a child. Since when had he ever suffered such mistreatment?
There were some horrifying bruises on his neck, and several shards of glass had punctured his palms. Logan slowly got up from the ground and looked at Lucas with a look of hatred in his eyes. "Don't forget that your bastard is still in my hands!"
With a gloomy expression, Lucas asked, "Are you threatening me?"
"Yes! I'm threatening you. I want you to give up everything! If you want to collect the corpse of your bastard, you can continue being arrogant in front of me! Hahahaha! At most, we'll fight till the end and perish together!" Logan laughed maniacally.