'Bang!' The man was like a kite with a broken string, suddenly crashing into the wall of the alley, letting out a muffled groan from the pain as he rolled onto the ground.
Before he could get up, a foot was already on his face, the cold tip of a dress shoe grinding against his cheek, inducing a mixture of shame and anger that made him want to struggle.
But he had only moved slightly.
Another vicious kick struck his stomach.
The pain made him curl up entirely, bent like a shrimp.
Baron Lawrence looked at the writhing man on the ground, his expression unchanged, as he instructed the person behind him, "Scott Harris, take him away!"
"Yes, Lord!"
Scott Harris forcibly pulled the man up and efficiently tied him up, pushing him into the car—
The fact that the Lord had quickly tracked down these people's whereabouts this time meant he had utilized the power of the Military District, showing just how angry he was.
He could foresee this man's fate, yet he felt no sympathy.
