章節 474: 212 No Brothers (First Update)

Black Peter, who was smiling and greeting Yigol Foster, was suddenly kicked and sent flying into the distance. He crashed into the couch, which also went flying. By the time he landed on the ground, he was spitting out blood.

He struggled up, clutching his chest, and looked at Yigol Foster in disbelief, "Brother, you…"

"Have you fucking lost your mind? They're just kids. You're exposing them to all this shit, are you asking for death?"

And then Yigol Foster stepped forward and kicked Black Peter again, who fell to the ground, unable to support himself.

Before Black Peter could get up, Yigol Foster stepped on his chest, making him immobile.

The force behind Yigol Foster's kick was well known among his bodyguards. It was the kind of force that could snap a tree as thick as a bowl in half with one strike.

But now, what's wrong with him? Has he gone nuts from drinking?

Without understanding what was going on, the bodyguards didn't dare to intervene.