Chapter 730: Chapter 732

He had been plagued by his condition for a long, long time, so mitch so that he was despised by his lovers every time he tried having intercourse with them.

Joe hated the feeling of being despised.

If Haylan could solve his problem, Joe would even be willing to break his agreement with Bernard.

Joe priontized his health above all else.

Officer Joe, you think too highly of me. Do you think I care that I’m here in this place?” Haylan sneered.

What do you mean?” Joe’s gaze darkened.

“I only want to know one thing. How much money did you accept from Bernard?” Haylan asked.

“What do you mean, asking that?” When Joe heard Haylan’s question, his darkened gaze turned cold.

To himself, Joe wondered, “Is he insisting I answer this question because he plans to sue me for bribery?”

Haylan studied Joe for a second and then smiled. “Looks like I was right. You did take Bernard’s money. That’s why you wanted to convict me of something I didn’t do.

“You must fulfill my three conditions if you want a cure to your condition. First, apologize to me before everyone in the police station.

“Second, tell everyone that Bernard paid you to slander me.

Third, kneel and slap yourself until I say you can stop.”

Haylan’s voice was calm but filled with confidence and an authoritative air that did not allow others to question him.

Joe’s gaze turned even colder when he heard Haylan’s conditions.

Haylan’s conditions were too harsh for Joe to accept.

Joe said coldly, “It seems you still don’t understand the rules of the Whileal Kingdom.

“In that case, I’ll have to reiterate the rules so that you’ll remember them.

“Firstly, citizens come first in the Whileal Kingdom. All others are relegated to second place.

“Particularly outsiders like you. You’re trash among the trash of society, and you have no right to enjoy any benefits in the Whileal Kingdom.

“How dare you list such outrageous conditions to me? You’re too audacious!

“I must teach you a lesson.”

With that, Joe clapped his hands.

Hearing Joe clapping, a group of fully armed Caucasian police officers rushed in and surrounded Haylan.

Joe lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, his gaze cold. “That’ll teach you a lesson. An outsider like you dare tell me what to do? You obviously don’t know what’s good for you.

“Now, do you wish to offer any more conditions?”

Following Joe’s words, the Caucasian police officers let out a furious roar, took out their weapons, and aimed at Haylan.

This scene was enough to shock many people.

But Haylan remained calmn. Eyeing the people surrounding him, Haylan then looked at Joe. “It seems you don’t plan to cure your illness. I advise you not to be rash. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”

“Are you threatening me?” Joe’s gaze became even colder.

He could hear the threat in Haylan’s words.

Threatening a high–ranking officer like Joe was akin to provoking him.

“Yes,” Haylan answered as he nodded.

“Alright, I’d like to see what I’ll regret!”

Joe puffed his cigar deeply and continued coldly, “All of you listen up. You can hit him anywhere else on his body except his hands. Hit him as hard as you can. The harder, the better.”

As a sergeant, Joe had always acted high and mighty and looked down on commoners.