Pighead Man was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up, constantly screaming and wailing. Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead, and his features twisted into a grotesque, monstrous expression. "Let go... let go quickly, my hand, oh no, my hand is broken."
Matthew Saxon watched him with calm, but his eyes were cold, and he chuckled softly, "Broken hand? What are you going to do? How are you going to take this check?"
By now, if Pighead Man still didn't realize whether Matthew Saxon was truly weak and easy to bully, he really would be a pighead.
The excruciating pain from his broken wrist nearly caused him to faint.
His face was covered in cold sweat, his whole body trembling.
He looked at Matthew Saxon with a pale face, his eyes full of fear.
Just moments ago, he had considered this man to be nothing more than a useless pretty face, yet he easily crushed his hand.
