"Don't... don't mess around! If you kill me, you won't be able to live either."
Bowen was scared to death. Who exactly was the one in the underworld? In the past, it was others who were afraid of him. But now, he dared not even look at Michael's fierce eyes.
"Is that so? Why don't we give it a try?" Michael said with a faint smile.
Bowen swallowed hard and didn't dare to answer.
"Are you so scared that your face turned pale? It's a pity that no matter how pale your face is, you can't be a toy boy. Don't worry, don't be so nervous. I'm a good person, and I'm just joking with you."
Michael patted his face with a smile. The two slaps who seemed to be weak made Bowen dizzy, and he felt as if his head was going to be slapped away.
"Remember, stay away from Yasmin in the future. Otherwise..."
Creak!
Before Michael could finish his words, the door was pushed open. Yasmin and Dahlia, the old woman who acted as bodyguards beside her, appeared outside the door.