I firmly gripped the head, my face chilling.
I leaned down and whispered coldly in Christian Rodriguez's ear, "Your Garcia Family, how dare you try to sabotage my stuff? You've got some nerves, huh!"
Sneering, I continued, "Do you really think I'm afraid of your Garcia Family? If it weren't for my acquaintance with President Rodriguez, you wouldn't even stand a chance with Fiend's Larder."
"Since you don't want to cooperate, then forget it. Just don't regret it later!"
After finishing, I finally released my grip.
Christian Rodriguez raised himself, his nose already bent, with blood gushing out. His face contorted, almost exploding with rage.
In his view, Charlie Thompson was just a nouveau riche from a small county, with a stroke of luck, no match for his Garcia Family.
The Garcia Family offered two hundred million, already a gesture of face-saving, yet this guy not only refused but also had the audacity to attack him.
