Chapter 133: He Actually Said I Didn't Pay

The excruciating pain in his mouth was still manageable, but the deep emotional trauma was truly fatal.

Fesari slumped on the sofa, his mouth severely injured, every breath feeling like his gums were in agony, but as he looked at the mushy watermelon below his feet, his legs were too weak to lift.

It was difficult to even think about walking.

He knew people had left, but he dared not go to the door to check, he knew he should call for help, but he dared not dial the emergency number.

Some things, money and power couldn't fix.

His most trusted subordinates were dead, those specifically tasked with handling the dirty work were also dead, all because… all because of that damn Saibu!

He wished he could dig out Saibu and smash him into a pulp before burying him again.

After what felt like forever, Fesari finally trembled as he stood up, swaying, trying to find a usable phone.

Which billionaire would carry a phone themselves, especially dressed in a long robe?