Adam Anderson watched as a crowd of people stormed in, as if they were here to capture a criminal. He smirked and pointed at them.
"Whoever dares to touch me—"
Before Adam could finish his sentence, everything went black. He didn't know who had thrown a sack over his head. This kind of ridiculous behavior really made him want to spit.
Before he could finish cursing, someone hoisted him up. Four or five burly men carried him like a sack of rice and tossed him out the back door.
Adam Anderson, the eldest son of the Anderson Family, was thrown out like trash by a bunch of Charles's lackeys, drawing a parabola in the air before landing by the road.
"Ouch~~" Adam grumbled, holding his waist, struggling to get up.
Once he caught his breath, he angrily tore the sack off his head. He noticed that, besides being surrounded by four or five standing green trash bins, there was also a dog squatting and doing its business.
