Craig Landers' chest heaved violently, his face frighteningly somber.
He slowly turned his head, looking at Leia Quinn with an expression that couldn't hide his sinister intent.
Leia Quinn's heart tightened, and she squeezed his hand tightly.
Craig Landers flung her hand away, stood up from the ground, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "Did it hurt you to see me hit him?"
Leia Quinn, with tears in her eyes, looked at him, opened her mouth, trying to say something.
But her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't say a word.
She could only shake her head continuously.
How could she feel sorry for Nick Hook!
She only felt sorry for him!
She had tarnished his reputation!
Made him a laughing stock!
The veins on Craig Landers' forehead throbbed violently, as if a heavy hammer was constantly pounding in his brain, making it impossible for him to think clearly.
He never expected that coming to attend a birthday banquet would end with a green hat being put on his head.
