"Ah!" Brielle had never witnessed such a bloody scene. She instinctively covered her head and crouched on the floor, screaming.
Afraid of provoking Daniel, Solomon kicked Brielle aside. "Shut up!"
After that, he knelt on the ground. "Daniel, I'm sorry! Really! This has nothing to do with me! It was all Jennifer's idea!"
Daniel smiled as he took out his phone. "Your expressions and actions don't seem sincere enough! Come on. Try being a bit more earnest. If I'm satisfied, I might spare your life."
Solomon dared not resist. He immediately turned to the camera and started cursing Jennifer, blaming her for everything.
"Are you done?" Daniel glanced at him and then replayed the video.
Perfect! He was really looking forward to seeing Jennifer's reaction to this video.
Solomon looked at Daniel. "I… I'm done, Mr. Ashcroft. Please show mercy and spare me!"
For others who dared to offend him, Daniel wouldn't hesitate to kill them. However, the Walsh family was an exception.
He would return everything Jennifer had done to him. If he killed them directly, that would be too easy for them—and boring. Besides, that bastard Omari still hadn't returned, and life would be a bit dull without these people.
"Don't worry. I always keep my word. Since I said I won't kill you, I won't." He sneered.
A smile appeared on Solomon's face. But his heart was filled with intense hatred. So what if Daniel had somehow become a martial artist?
The Walsh family was no longer the same as before. Moreover, Daniel had killed so many Black Wolf Syndicate members without hesitation. What was the difference between that and courting death?
Solomon didn't dare show this on the surface, but he would make Daniel regret it once he left.
Daniel glanced at Solomon's venomous look with a trace of disdain in his eyes. The baseball bat rolled to Solomon's feet with a slight tap of his toe.
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