"What did you say?" Derek asked incredulously.
The hall fell silent.
As if someone had pressed the pause button, everyone around them froze in place. They never expected Grant to say something like that.
They thought Grant would kneel and apologize under pressure. After all, no one wants to spend the rest of their life in jail. But now, it seems that Grant has a completely different idea.
Grant raised his head and looked coldly at Derek. He said, word by word, "I said, why don't you kneel there yourself, until the end of the show?"
The Emperor Club doesn't close until the early hours of the morning. It's only two o'clock in the afternoon now. Making him kneel there until his legs break, and pretending to help him?
Get lost!
As soon as these words were spoken, Derek was so angry that even the onlookers around him were completely ignited.
"This little bastard thinks he's somebody?"
"He's too arrogant! He bites the hand that feeds him. Such a person should not be helped!"
