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Luckily, Charles Lewis was somewhat merciful with his attack, otherwise Matt Doyle's injuries would've been more than just seeing stars.
Matt Doyle lay on the ground for a while before he regained his senses. Anger turned his face green, and he pointed at Charles Lewis and cursed, "What do you mean by this, Lewis?"
"If you plan to extort them to make up for the organization's losses, I'll help," Charles Lewis spoke indifferently. "However, you can't humiliate them. What I just did was a small warning. If there's a next time, I'll cut off your hands."
Matt's expression changed, and his complexion showed signs of uncertainty.
In a secluded, dimly lit corner, Yves King, wearing a judge's mask and somewhat damp, was ready to intervene. But, seeing this scene, he decided to hold back. Like a spectral shadow moving in the night, he took a step back, watching the situation unfold with interest.