"Constantine, make him eat that horse shit!"
"Understood!" Constantine grabbed a shovel that was used solely to remove horse manure. He then scooped up the horse shit without leaving anything behind and brought it up to McCollin's face with a grin. "Eat it!"
McCollin's face paled as he glared at Maxwell. He then flicked his sleeves and gloomily said: "We're leaving!"
"You want to leave? If you don't eat this pile of shit today, I'll see what capacity you have to leave!" Maxwell coldly smiled and had an expression that if McCollin didn't start eating, he would beat the shit out of him.
The strength of the surrounding six senior members weren't low.
With them here, it was natural that McCollin wasn't afraid. He then laughed in disdain, "Don't think you're all that. Others might be scared of you but not me!"
After saying that, he made an eye movement.
The six surrounding people took a step forward and glared at Maxwell with a comical expression.
