For others, it would be such an honor to be remembered by the General.
However, thing was the opposite for Grolf.
The thugs were utterly infuriated when they saw how Nathan treated their boss and started hurling curses at him.
"Brat, how dare you talk rudely to our boss? Lemme kill you!"
"Mr. Grolf, why are you afraid of him? We'll bring him down right away!"
The mafia boss turned to his men and bellowed, "Everyone, shut up! Get down on your knees, now!”
Grolf was a ruthless and decisive man, so his men respected him a lot.
They didn't know what was going on, but they got on their knees at once without hesitation.
Upon seeing Grolf and his men kneeling before Nathan, Ian's eyes widened in shock.
He was so stunned. The excruciating pain on his cheek was nothing compared to what he had just heard.
Even Wendy couldn't believe her eyes.
Nathan lounged back in his chair and glared at Grolf icily. "This should be the second time I caught you in the act."
Grolf dared not look at him and nodded while shivering in fear. "Yes!"
The God of War remained indifferent as he inquired, "How should I deal with you?"
Grolf replied, his voice shaking, "I'm at your disposal, Mr. Cross."
Flicking the ash off his cigarette, Nathan told him coolly, "Break one arm each and leave. I can't be bothered to punish you."
Break one arm each?
This is such a terrifying punishment!
However, Grolf was so relieved upon hearing Nathan's order and immediately agreed.
He took an iron rod from his men and smashed his left arm, breaking it with a loud crack.
Crack!
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