No Misfortune If You Did Not Ask For It [I]

The men in the room were frightened and wanted to run away. But it was too late. When Zac gave him a heavy punch, he fell to the ground with a groan. His face and nose bone, and teeth were broken.

"Be gentle. Leave him a chance to speak." Jim sneered.

"I only used three percent of my strength. I will only cripple him and not kill him." Zac's eyes became bigger and colder.

Jim's assistant, Henry, turned on the light and poured a basin of ice water on the man's face. He spat out the blood on his face to make sure he could identify who he was. As Jim's right-hand assistant, he clearly remembered every face in the crew, including the group play, body double and special technical personnel that was temporarily invited.

"Boss, he is David, new member of the special technical team."

Jim took a chair and sat beside him, crossing his legs. "Tell me, who gave you orders?"