Arlo's pupils constricted in great shock, dragging his body backward, whimpering all the while.
Robert Williams' fists pounded on his face like raindrops, as if determined to ruin it, and his feet didn't stay idle either, landing rapidly on Arlo's chest, one kick after another, one punch following another, leaving Arlo half-dead in an instant.
Asher Land sat there as if nothing was happening, even playing with his phone.
Suddenly, he picked up the phone, aimed the camera at Arlo, and snapped a picture of his half-dead state.
"Perhaps if I post this picture of you online, it should be far better than your so-called hotel room pictures." He sneered, signaling Robert with his eyes not to stop.
