The man howled in pain on the ground. His arm, which had been stepped on, couldn't move at all, so he could only endure it.
When William thought of the red mark on Cierra's neck, the rage in his eyes surged. He felt that this kick was far from enough.
He squatted down and pressed a sharp knife against the man's face, but his tone was still lazy. "Tell me. Who ordered you to hurt her? And what did you say about asking my sister to take a video of clarification? What's going on?"
He used the cold blade to pat the man's face, and his threatening words continued.
"You'd better think it through before you speak. If I find that you don't speak properly or you don't explain it clearly, don't blame me for accidentally cutting the wrong place and hurting you."
Before he could finish his words, a streak of blood oozed out from the man's chin.
His movements seemed casual, but the cut was not shallow.