Zeke almost toppled over from the slap by the middle-aged man.
“You…” Zeke gritted his teeth, a scowl forming on his face after being humiliated in front of everyone.
However, his hands were tied because the men outnumbered him and came with the backing of the Langfords.
“My friend, let’s not burn bridges. What’s the point of coming at us?” Gordon frowned and intervened
“F*ck you!” The man grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on Gordon’s head.
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