"Bang!"
Lair was thrown into the warehouse, and the children inside were startled awake, looking at him with fear on their faces.
Then Torre, with a head full of blood, quickly walked up to Lair, kicked his body viciously, cursing angrily, "You damn bastard, now are you satisfied? Tell me, you filthy dog, are you satisfied now!"
Lair was like a heap of rotten mud, showing no reaction.
Harlow stepped forward to stop Torre, "Okay, okay, don't really kill him."
"What if I do? After what he did, do you think this guy can still survive?"
"Of course he can't, but he can't die tonight," Harlow advised, "Don't forget his identity; the proper procedures still need to be followed."
Torre then calmed down, remembering this guy still had a Reserve Gold Merchant identity, and he indeed couldn't be killed on the spot, at least they had to report to the headquarters and notify the Gold Merchant who gave him the Contract Seed.
