William Campbell felt the dense murderous intent coming from behind; those hands could easily snap his neck with a mere exertion of force.
He tried to speak but couldn't make even the faintest sound!
William Campbell's face turned beet red, the person behind him was too strong, he wanted to fight back, but he couldn't struggle free, especially since his leg was also in a plaster cast.
Fear flickered in William Campbell's eyes, his throat gurgling as he attempted to speak.
The person behind him said again, "I don't need to hear your nonsense. Tonight, get out immediately. If I see you tomorrow, I will truly break your leg!"
His voice was hoarse, indeterminable in age, but the fear it brought was more terrifying than death itself!
Suddenly, he heard his own arm... as if it snapped with a crack.
William Campbell convulsed in pain, damn it, damn it... his arm was dislocated, dislocated!
