After a long pause, Charlie turned to Bill. “This old man seems to be quite sharp. He thinks that he won’t be punished as long as he doesn’t answer. Bill, shatter both of his legs!”
“Yes, Mr. Wade!” Bill obeyed.
Looking at Dylan, who was now panicking, Charles spoke in a cold tone. “You only have your son to blame.”
Following two horrifying screams, Dylan Hunt was now crippled as well. At the sight of his father being beaten up, Jerome felt as though he had lost control of his body. In just a few moments, he was sitting in a pool of liquid that had a strong and unpleasant smell.
He had actually wet his pants!
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