Chapter 110

Kayson chuckled. “Be here in half an hour, or you might not get to see your son for the last time before he dies.”

Kayson crushed the phone by stepping on it and looked at Hector.

“What are you going to do?” Hector felt chills down his spine just from Kayson’s gaze.

“Have you seen hell?” Kayson chortled and went up, crippling Hector’s four limbs amidst the latter’s anguished cries. He then pulled out three needles and pushed them into three different pressure points.

Hector’s tormented, blood-curdling shrieks resonated in the mansion.

Over half an hour later, Patrick got to the mansion. Upon entering, he was greeted by Hector, who was soaked in blood and had died with bulging eyes. Patrick’s resentment soared like tidal waves.

“Kayson Yarde! You’re going to die horribly!” Patrick’s eyes were crimson as he was overwhelmed by anguish.

Kayson commented indifferently, “You feel pain too? Have you thought of how much pain the families of those five workers are in?”

“How could those