The next moment, Philip Payne was grabbed by the collar of his shirt from behind.
BAM! BAM!
Two fists smashed hard into the bridge of his nose.
A soft SNAP echoed.
Philip's nose was broken.
"AHH!!"
Philip let out a bloodcurdling scream and instinctively clutched his nose.
Blood gushed out.
Beside himself with rage, he couldn't even see who had hit him before he started cursing in a muffled voice, "Who the fuck dares to ruin my fun... M-Mr... Mr. Sterling..."
Halfway through his tirade, he saw his attacker's face. The color instantly drained from his own, and he became tongue-tied.
It was Tristan Sterling.
Tristan's face was as dark as iron, and he radiated a terrifying, murderous aura.
To Philip, it felt like Tristan was looking at him as if he were already a dead man.
THUD!
Before he could react, another heavy kick landed in his stomach.
He was sent flying, collapsing onto the floor.
