As soon as he realized what was happening, he began to struggle wildly, his throat emitting a tearing sound.
"Ah!! You despicable villain!"
"Ah! No, no, I beg you..."
Old Madam trembled as she knelt on the ground, clutching Joel Russo's pants, her deeply lined face streaming with tears!
"I beg you, spare my son, let him go..."
"Mom!!"
The smile on Joel Russo's face was replaced with sternness.
He looked down at the elderly woman kneeling on the ground and then glanced up at Vincent.
Vincent felt a chill in his heart and quickly stepped forward to help the kneeling Old Madam up.
"Please, spare my son, don't kill him, please..."
The old woman wore a coarse blue cloth shirt, but it was clean, and her short, thin body seemed light as a feather as two guards held her up.
"I beg you... I'll bow to you, please..."
Her tears and words, full of helplessness, desperation, and humility, made even the guards, who claimed their hearts were as hard as iron, feel a pang of emotion.
