The man in the wheelchair placed one hand on the armrest, his fingers tapping the railing with swift and fierce movements, "I've told you before, you can play with women, but keep it clean. You know the Lawrence Corporation's kid has been watching us every day lately, yet you dare to cause trouble for me now. What do you think I should do to punish you?"
Fick kept his head down, the large man, over six feet tall, seemed unable to lift his head in front of him, "I leave my fate in your hands."
"Humph!" Wesley sneered, his gloomy gaze resting on him as if he was looking at a dead person, "You've caused such a huge mess, it's not excessive for me to take your life."
Fick trembled, continuing to kneel on the ground without daring to plead for his life.
Everyone knows that Zero hates pleas, being honest might let him die more swiftly, "I deserve to die!"
