As cold as ice.

Yes! A frosty sentence.

But the old man turned pale, and the oncoming pressure caused cold sweat to soak into his back instantly.

He quickly knelt down at the feet of the black shadow and kept kowtowing to apologize.

"Sir, please forgive me! I just want to maintain your dignity and the order of the Black Hawk Gang."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the empty hall, the sound of the old man's head hitting the floor continued to echo.

Gradually, a blood mark appeared on the dark floor, and Mark, who was sitting beside him, widened his eyes.

He was stunned.

To put it bluntly, as the chief executive of the Black Hawk Gang, Wesley has a status where even the president of the United States must bow before meeting him.

When would such a character be so embarrassed?

The black shadow sat on the chair, holding his head with one hand, watching quietly as the old man in front of him smashed his head on the floor.
Chapter completed!