856 Chapter Dislike Being Pointed At

In the spacious private room.

Howls of wolves and wails of ghosts, heart-wrenching and agonizing.

Zahir Huntington was under the watchful gaze of his own father.

In the panicked eyes of a dozen companions.

Under the eyelids of dozens of powerful figures from the capital!

He had his palm pierced by a steel fork.

Blood gushed profusely.

"Move, and you will surely die."

Julius Reed raised his head and looked at Vance Huntington, who wanted to rush forward.

"Alive, you can still avenge him. Otherwise, Fernando Lee will be your cautionary tale," he said.

"You..."

Vance Huntington pointed at Julius Reed.

His face turned red, his body trembling.

"Sorry, I don't like being pointed at."

Julius Reed raised his right hand and then gently lowered it.

Whoosh!

The sound of a dart box.

Click.

A half-severed finger fell to the ground.

"Hiss!"

Vance Huntington gasped, his eyes wide.

Looking at his severed half-finger.

In disbelief.

In the capital!

In the Global Hotel!