Looking at his back, Sir. Perkins became serious. He knew what was going on with Ward Toby. The latter was definitely not a person who could be easily dealt with. Marcellus would definitely suffer losses in his current state.
Marcellus had just returned to this group of people. It was definitely not a good thing for him to suffer losses now.
"Marcellus, don't forget that Beryl is now in the hand of the Toby Family."
Sir. Perkins's words successfully made Marcellus stop in his tracks. Every cell in Marcellus's body was shouting, "Let's go, let's go. Hurry up and beat up that despicable old bastard, Ward Toby."
However, he had to stop because Sir. Perkins was right. Beryl was still in the hands of the other party.
As long as Marcellus could not see Beryl, no matter what he said, it would be in vain. He could fall out with Ward Toby and even fight with him, but the price he had to pay was to make it up to Beryl.
Thinking of this, Marcellus couldn't take another step forward.
Looking at him, Sir. Perkins was naturally not worried about Beryl. He was even more certain that he had done the right thing. Judging from Marcellus's current attitude, it was obvious that he cared about that girl.
Beryl had become his weakness, an extremely obvious but important weakness.
Marcellus turned his body to face the wall next to him and raised his hand to punch it hard.
"Bang!" People nearby could even hear the sound of bones hitting the wall. He punched again and again as if what was in front of him was not a wall but the face of Ward Toby.
His left and right fists were covered with blood, and the bright red color was attached to the wall, which was shocking. Soon, his left and right fists were badly mutilated.
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