Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 624

Chapter 624

"Don't you dare touch my son!" said Michael. He was sitting opposite the screen, but he could clearly see that the big man was carrying an iron rod!

"Dad, help me! Save me!" Todd was being held down. He had no idea what was going on behind him. But, when Todd heard his father's voice, Todd could not help but begin to feel afraid. His tears even flowed down, and he cried bitterly.

"No. No, don't touch my son." Michael's tone was still very firm at the moment. The next second, he saw the big foreign man raise the iron rod. Michael could not help but soften his voice and begged, " We can talk about this or anything!"

The foreign man swung down the iron rod with great force.

"Ah-!!!"

Instantly, Todd's heart-breaking voice sounded in the room.

Todd's face was full of tears, and he could taste his salty tears. His snot was flowing all over his mouth.

But, at that moment, he could only feel the unbearable pain in his left hand.

The thugs then threw Todd to the ground like trash.

Todd lay still on the ground. His right hand touched his left arm. The tears in his eyes were still flowing. It was mixed with dust, and it stained his face. His eyes were full of despair.

Michael's expression suddenly became pale like he had grown ten years older in an instant.

Michael propped his forehead with one hand, and his eyes became red. His other hand was clenched tightly, and the pain in his heart was overwhelming.

Suddenly, the screen turned.

"Hello, Mr. Michael Anderson," said Mr. Sage as he put on a delicate face.

Mr. Sage and the Anderson father and son's expressions were the complete opposite. Mr. Sage was in high spirits even when he was in a dimly lit room while Michael could be clearly seen with sapphire eyes.

Michael did not answer. His eyes widened in anger. It was as though he wanted to drag the person off the screen and tear him apart!

"Aw, that's not polite at all," Mr. Sage pouted. He looked a little dissatisfied and suddenly put on a vicious smile.

"I know it must be hard to see your son being beaten. Even if your son is useless trash." Mr. Sage was a foreigner, yet he could speak fluent Norlonian.

After all, there were all kinds of people in places like a casino.

And in the casino's management, there were also several Norlonians besides the foreigners.

"To be honest, our casino is not the kind of people who would advocate violence. But, we have already told you at the very beginning, and you didn't show up on time. So, of course, we have to charge some 'interest' from your son," said Mr. Sage as he looked at Michael. Even if he could feel the anger of the other party. He did not take it seriously and continued to speak lightly. "You don't need to be nervous. Your son has only lost one hand, right now.

"I'm warning you. If you don't repay the debt again, we can't promise that your son would still be alive after this!" Mr. Sage said unceremoniously. He sneered and hung up the video call.

Then, Mr. Sage stood up and cracked his neck. He casually instructed, "Throw him back in there and give him something to eat."