Fear made his muscles convulse. Feigning terror, he kowtowed repeatedly. "Young Master Shannon, spare me! Please spare me!"
THUD! THUD! THUD!
His head struck the hard floor with each kowtow, every impact solid.
Sophie raised her head and looked at Thomas Shannon, whose smile was bloodthirsty. "Why is he begging you?"
"Take a guess."
"Boring." Sophie looked away with disdain.
"Maniac, are you courting death?"
She tried to pull a fast one and escape on the way here, and now she dares to call me boring? It seems I've been too good to her, letting her forget the rules and her place.
With a sweep of his hand, Sophie was flung to the ground, rolling several times before stopping.
Sophie stared at him viciously. Thomas Shannon squinted, lit a cigarette, and said, "Show me what you've got."
Sophie slowly got up from the ground. "If I beat you, will you let me go?"
"Beat me? You're really overestimating yourself."
